(A continuation) When I was younger maybe age 9-10 i would SH on my arms, you can say I felt severe depression, a lack of hope, and just wanted to die overall. In this year and time it’s just gotten worse and worse. I feel as if there’s constant sadness in this world that’s bound to be permanent, yet happiness is so very short. The misogyny in this world leaves me to think there will never be peace for women. I used to be highly religious and Christian, but then I had lost my faith not to long ago, and am now an atheist. This brings me to think I’m just a huge disappointment to my mother who was also highly religious. And it makes me want to try to attempt again. I feel like I’m a wet stain that won’t dry fast enough, why can’t I just die?
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