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For the first time, in a long time, I actually want to live. But fighting until then is the hard part.
In a year my depression has grown bigger and bigger and sucked me finally in. I self harm and think about killing myself day to day. I don't know how to feel about it. I really don't care, I feel empty.
depression is a terrible thing. dealing with it, even harder but getting through those thoughts and times when you feel like this is the hardest but once you do is the best feeling because you can conquer it. No matter what you think.