It's only getting later and I should be going to bed, but I'm so fed up. I can't convince myself to end this day just so I can experience another. It feels like such a waste.



I don't know why I'm writing this. I never know why I do what I do. I don't even know what it is I'm doing. All I know is that it's becoming easier.



Yes, it's easier than it ever has been to feel sad and accept the feeling, because I don't feel it anymore. There's only a void inside, and a false face… Continue

First and foremost, I want to thank the wonderful members here who gave me advice on telling my family about my MD and DPD. :)



Last night I finally told my sister. I wasn't actually planning on telling her so soon and I was very unsure of myself, but I was fed up and I decided it was about time that I open up. We got started talking about how she thought I was always so depressed, and how I had become especially quiet this week, and I told her the reason why was that everything I had… Continue

I don't think well inside my head. I have to write or talk it out and sound like an idiot while I'm at it. So, here I go: I'm debating with myself over who I should tell about my MD and if I should even tell anyone at all. "Would it help?" Yeah, good question, me.



I know there have been plenty of other people here who have asked the same question, but if I don't get it out myself, I think I'll explode.



Here's the current situation: the only people I could tell are those… Continue