Living Inside My Head

If you know someone who has a girlfriend and if you're planning to flirt with the man, I'm gonna have to ask you to read this post until the end. This will be short. Whenever I'm outside, in a classroom, or in a cafe, I have heard conversations about a girl crushing on a guy who already have a girlfriend, and what I heard we're pretty bad. Their plans would either be: wait til they break up (adding "walang forever" / "there's no forever") flirt steal the guy herself Why? Why do you have to go through all that process on stealing someone's love? Why do you have to be selfish? Do you think about the consequences? Have you ever thought that you will ruin someone's view about love? How can you live thinking that you got what you want, but there is someone out there crying at night thinking why they WEREN'T ENOUGH. If it sounds as if I've been through that kind of pain... then yes, I have, and I still am going through

(Note: I've met people who've done this. And I can't keep silent about it anymore) Why? Why do you do it? Why do you have to pretend that you are depressed so people can turn their attention to you, too? Why do you use it as an excuse? Why? "I'm depressed because my friends cancelled out on me" "I'm depressed because my boyfriend hangs out with his friends more than me" "I'm depressed because my friends are busy and i have no one to talk to" ... Not quite. There are people out there who needs to be listened to. There are people out there who needs serious help. Let me tell you the difference between sadness and depression. You see, sadness is a human emotion that is normal for all of us. Everyone experiences it. People feel sad if there are disappointing, hurtful, or difficult experiences that come along. Which simply means that we feel sad for a reason. Once we move on from a hurtful situation, our sadness disappears.

If you have been crying in your room all night wishing to end everything, If you have been waking up thinking if you can make it through today, If your thoughts are louder than the sound of your friends pounding and endlessly knocking on your door begging you to open up, If you have ever faked your smiles and your "i'm okay's" so you don't end up crying while telling someone how you really feel, If you have ever felt like a burden to anyone that you think the best way is to disappear, and If you've ever felt too much that you need to feel something burning on your skin to remind you that you are alive, you are not alone. I thought I was going to be okay. I was healing. I was meeting with my psychiatrist once every month. I buy my medicines every week and take them regularly and on time. I was on track. I was going to be okay. Or so I thought. My family does not understand "depression" and "anxiety". They don't understand w