I have a problem. I know I have a problem, but you don’t know how hard it is for someone like me to get help when I’m so worried about what they’d say.

I cry all the time now. I have almost no appetite anymore, I have crazy emotions, highs and lows. I drive like a maniac, and I don’t sleep anymore. What am I supposed to do?!?!?! Everyone talks shit about me behind my back, but not a one of you even know how I truly feel inside. Wait until everyone finds out that I have a mental problem. They’re gonna avoid me like the damn plague. Oh no, wait. They do that already.

I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough for you. I’m sorry I’m a screw up. I’m sorry that I feel this way. I’m sorry I can’t tell you this.

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