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I hope you don't talk that way to every depressed person you come across. Words have power. And encouraging people to finally "end it all" isn't just irresponsible – it's immoral.

Yay…I get to wait till I'm dead, and then my dreams will come true.

Bottomline, I don't wanna hope anymore. I don't wanna try anymore. I don't wanna care anymore. At least I'm happy in my dreams, despite knowing they'll never come true.

I have no idea what you just said.

I fear that, due to the horrific politically divided state of our country – I'd rather not start a flame war. I'll only say it didn't involve anything immoral or illegal. Even when I was little, I didn't know what I wanted to be. I participated in a lot of things – dance, horseback riding...

That are often taken out of context.

If anyone's wondering how I'm doing, I'm doing okay – I guess. Still haven't received a reply to any of my emails. At this point, though, I might as well just move on. Forget about it. I've started doing a daily prayer on an app. Today's was about waiting, as was this past Sunday's sermon from...

Thanks everyone who's reached out to me. Basically, I've been waiting for a reply to an email I sent on Wednesday. I sent one again yesterday, still no reply. Even if it was just them saying "Screw off," I'd at least know it got to them!

I tried that too. See, I'm neurodivergent in a way that's closest to neurotypical. I've had neurotypical people even tell me they wouldn't have known I was neurodivergent had I not told them. That was not the case for most of the neurodivergent people I hung out with. It was pretty clear they...

I've got a lot of things on my mind already. It's not exactly the tidiest place.

Problem is, how do you motivate yourself when all of that feels like too much work?

Sounds like abuse to me.

I'm so sorry for all your losses. I can't imagine that level of grief. I haven't attended Church in 8 years, apart from Easter and Christmas. I got sick of feeling like I don't fit in. I've never really "belonged" anywhere anyway. I don't want God's "plan" for my life. I don't want anything...

What does that mean? And I'm too angry to pray.

I don't wanna try anything anymore. All I want in life now is to fall into a coma.

I'm not usually the kind of person who just stays in bed whenever they're feeling emotionally bad. But it's finally gotten to that point for me. I was literally crying into my pillow just now.

Feed me with what? More platitudes I've already heard a million times before?

Bottomline, I've come to hate the word "hope." I now get angry whenever someone suggests I can change my life for the better. I know as a Christian that I should say I trust in God. Well, I trust him for hellfire insurance, but not anything else. If God doesn't want me to be happy or indeed...

I have a high school diploma. Nothing more advanced than that. I went to a community college for a fear years and then dropped out after failing math 3-4 times in a row (my brain short-circuits beyond basic algebra). Perhaps it's more accurate to say I'm too unrealistic. To be honest, even when...

I don't even remember saying I was working on a debut novel. I guess like 90% of everything else I create, it's destined to remain unfinished.