Dear Diary,
I'm just lazy, right? That's what everyone tells me, what I heard so often now.
But they don't know the Fight I am fighting every day.
I should just pull through and keep a Job, but they don't know that every morning I open my eyes, every time I wake up, it's so hard. I don't have the Strength to pull trough.
I'm not lazy, I'm fighting every day, for every breath I take, every step I do, every Night I sleep and every Morning I wake up again. Every thought, every moment I am not thinking to end it all.
If I would really start pull through then it would be my dead I'm pulling trough.
But they don't understand, because they never felt the way I did. They never struggled like I do. They don't suffer like me. Switch live with me, go on, give me your mind, give me your heart and see why I can't pull through. I'll show u what real pain is, real suffering. Real despair. I'm happy to show u everything, let's see how long u will last.
Im tired of people judging me, not understanding me, thinking they know me better, thinking I'm just lazy.