I don't know what it is, but remembering things makes me sad. I think its because I remember always being happy as a kid. I remember doing all these great things, I remember being loved by my sisters and parents, I remember everything. All these memories are happy, but they make me sad, and sometimes even depressed. I'll go days without talking or sleeping because of my happy memories. They make me wish... several things. I wish I could relive my childhood, I wish I was a Time Lord, I wish I could just VISIT my memories without touching anything, having everything exactly how it was. I don't even know whats going on right now, I'm just sad. I miss my childhood, and I hate the fact that I had to grow up. I hate the fact that I have to continue to grow up. I hate the fact that the only thing I can do is accept it. I can't change it. I can't have the happy life I remember. And its tearing me apart. I don't want to grow up anymore. This sounds really immature, but its true. I just want to stop. I don't want to do this. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. What am I doing anyways? Wasting my life away doing things that I think make me happy, but really don't. I feel like breaking out and just lying on the bed all month. This isn't life. And if it is, I don't like it. I hate it. Why does God make us live through this? If the purpose of Life is to be depressed all the time, then why keep... Nevermind. I believe in God, but sometimes I just can't... I don't know. I can't accept how he could let people die all the time. Innocent Children who hadn't even gotten a chance to live yet. WHY WOULD GOD KILL THEM? I'm just... I don't even know. I don't know what to say beyond this. I'm on the verge of breaking down and there is no one who can help me. I need you guys. Please help me. I don't know whats wrong with me, why I'm depressed all the time. Sometimes I feel like God just hates me.
I don't know what it is, but remembering things makes me sad. I think its because I remember always being happy as a kid. I remember doing all these great things, I remember being loved by my sisters and parents, I remember everything. All these memories are happy, but they make me sad, and sometimes even depressed. I'll go days without talking or sleeping because of my happy memories. They make me wish... several things. I wish I could relive my childhood, I wish I was a Time Lord, I wish I could just VISIT my memories without touching anything, having everything exactly how it was. I don't even know whats going on right now, I'm just sad. I miss my childhood, and I hate the fact that I had to grow up. I hate the fact that I have to continue to grow up. I hate the fact that the only thing I can do is accept it. I can't change it. I can't have the happy life I remember. And its tearing me apart. I don't want to grow up anymore. This sounds really immature, but its true. I just want to stop. I don't want to do this. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. What am I doing anyways? Wasting my life away doing things that I think make me happy, but really don't. I feel like breaking out and just lying on the bed all month. This isn't life. And if it is, I don't like it. I hate it. Why does God make us live through this? If the purpose of Life is to be depressed all the time, then why keep... Nevermind. I believe in God, but sometimes I just can't... I don't know. I can't accept how he could let people die all the time. Innocent Children who hadn't even gotten a chance to live yet. WHY WOULD GOD KILL THEM? I'm just... I don't even know. I don't know what to say beyond this. I'm on the verge of breaking down and there is no one who can help me. I need you guys. Please help me. I don't know whats wrong with me, why I'm depressed all the time. Sometimes I feel like God just hates me.