So on the 23rd of this month I was feeling hella depressed at work and during my break I said fuck it imma go get a beer and hopefully it'll numb me but it didn't just made me want to good home so I made up a fake excuse on why I didn't feel well so I went home bought more alcohol and got shit faced and cut my self in the arm like 7 slashes and I feel like a fool cause I'm 23 not 13 anymore and what's funny is when I was in middle school I didn't cut at all I don't think I cope with my depression and bullying when I was 11~13(cause those were the hardest years of my bullying experiences) I just didn't acknowledge it and would always look at the ground never could look people in the eyes but yeah I don't know why I can't let the past go it's like I'm addicting to the sadness since it's all I've ever felt even though I know others have it much worse than me especially during these covid times a lot of people have lost love ones and all I can think about is my worthless self you know? Hehe just venting since I'm drinking right now lol &lt;3 

Peace and love fight the good fight we all lonely but together never forget that