It's been some I haven't truly felt okay. I do complete my duties, I do what I have to, and still I feel miserable inside. Good grades aren't enough. My boss telling me I did a good job isn't enough. My love saying sweet little things doesn't seem to be enough either.
I've been taking my meds. I do attend to therapy once a week. I do think positively and I do believe everything is going to get better.
So why am I so full of hate? Why do I keep on thinking that a slit through my throat would make everything better? Why do I still want to beat crap out of anyone out there?
Will I ever be able to move on from my mental illness? Please tell me I'm stronger than this