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I want to learn to draw feathers just to fill up a whole page with them for you.

How do you ask for help? And then how do you accept it? I don’t know what to do

I hate being a burden to people, but I really need help

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I really really wanna watch pulp fiction while i fall off the face of the earth for a bit but pulp fiction isn't on Netflix anymore

So my best friend just texted me and told me to call her in about an hour and a half and tell her I'm in the midst of a crisis and like any person this request concerned me a little bit so I asked if everything is ok and she just says "yea I gotta mow the lawn and I don't want to and the only way I can get out of it is if someone calls me in a crisis" I'm like child you just gave me a heart attack I thought you was gonna die so yeah

I wish I wasn't like this I stg I hate it. I'm so depressed all the time and I feel like I complain too much which makes me a burden and depressing to be around and selfish. One of my good friends called me selfish the other day in the middle of me breaking down and going to him for help. Ik I seem mean and selfish but honestly I seem mean bc it's this shield I put up, against harassment and letting people see how I really feel, and ik I seem selfish bc I ask for help a lot, but I do help others more than I seek for it. I cut of my friends bc I'm having a depressive/nonverbal/anxiety attack and if I cut them off then it'll make my inevitable suicide easier to handle for all of us, right?

I'm really mad at my grandma bc she did some fucked up shit and almost ruined everything she has, then she forgot my birthday??? I might be OK with it if it wasn't my 16th and if she hadn't pulled the shit she did and if she didn't make a cake and throw me a party literally every year of my life until now but now she's saying she wants to take me shopping and to a nice dinner but no that's not what I want. As petty and immature as it may sound, I want to go back in time so she'll call me on my birthday and ask me what kind of cake I want for that weekend. It's the simple shit I'm used to. No amount of apologies can fix what she just did to my family either.

I've always cried every year on my birthday without fail and I thought this year would be an exception bc I made it almost all day but I was mistaken.

I need constant validation ahhhhhhhh

Not A Poem (11-16-16)

Writing poems is so stupid. And writing poems about depression is even more stupid. So I'm not writing a poem. I'm writing a piece of art. Made of words. Compiled Into Stanzas. I've never thought of myself As an Artist Or a writer. Even though I've always tried So Fucking Hard. I try so hard to do everything I come across. And I always fail. I try to pass my classes. I fail. I try to be a boy. I fail. I try to help people. I fail. I try to make friends. I fail. You catch my drift. So the point of this God-awful piece of "art" Was to simply state That I am sad. And not good at things I am sad because of All the things I can do, And all the things I can't do, And all the things I am, And all the things I'm not. I'm sad, Because I can't change myself. Poetry is so stupid...