Happy

Looked in the mirror & meaningfully smiled to self.

3am Thoughts

Please reply if you are a counselor/psychologist/psychiatrist.
I really need your help

Depression

Heya👋

Intro

Hello. It was one of the parties of my bua's family function. I was present there with with my dadi, immediatel cousins and chacha chachi. 
Everyone was enjoying.. Bua fufaji and their super affluent family and friends were super chill, being.. Talking a bit. 

While my family were the hosts.. And i was  there but within me there were few moments while everyone was enjoying, dancing and so so happy.. I really really felt empty and like crying. 

Idk why maybe it was jealousy or just fomo or my inner prevalent or Prolonged depression.. I felt like crying though didn't. 

And my own depression within..i feel so bad and shitty about myself. 

And also. Not drawing boundaries
. Or leaving early. And fomo.. Of their(bua's) lifestyle she and ber family has made herself. 

I also felt so unseen when the chachi who I stayed with last night and today.. And she ment another chachi she had stopped talking with.. She got bitchy about me. 

And I feel so low and hopeless and stuck and depressed within.. And especially that I am no where in life
. Or even not having such a loving fun frolic family.. 

Adulting


It's just addicts with, bad habits and 
Thats not what lifes about
So may there souls go where there destined But in the end we lay, with the maggots This road long, life short, and humans cold Cause we perfection, the curse and the blessing Sometimes the degree of hath beauty absence Makes it hard to hold the weight of the hearts
balance And honestly, it's hard to find the right balance But in the dope game, you burn a bridge, u get barryed under the bridge
I think it's too heavy. the truth is always too
Heavy. And  I've been trying to find my destination but theres no address Like questions with no answers Writeing notes in my notebook as I sit and confess
Comprehend the grammar Murders follow me, wherever I go
The diary of a deadman
Preform my reflection
backswords
Am I crazy, I don't know
But this life, feel like quicksand
The deeper it get, the deeper we go  
In the streets lies, addicts, death and broken hearts where they don't where to go
And niggas do the same shit its like they paralyzed in the head I got alot of life distractions
And sometimes I just feel, alone in these streets Trapped under the weather just trying to get used to the heat I speak through actions then design them into captions Like  you can see my heartbeat. But rip the skin of bones and kill my reflection and I promise you still gonna, see my heartbeat.Take the tongue out my skull, I rather talk to myself, that's a lie I'm just always left alone speaking to myself.



Addiction

Are there some kind and nice people to talk?

Friends

Don't know whether iam depressed or not but I don't want to do anything and I don't want anyone to be around anyone. Just want be alone deep in my thoughts and feel the loneliness. 

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