I confess that it hurt, reading these posts. It hurts seeing all of this sorrow and pain. I was brought from a happy mood down into my common depression. Being able to help everyone, was one of my first thoughts. However, I also confess that I can barely help myself. For example, I came to this thread, to confess something silly (but true). Post after post, I slowly spiraled inward. All of my past, present, mistakes, attempted suicides, silences, tears, abuse, etc....all come up on me when I get like that. I bat around all my hopes and dreams, that come into question. It leaves me in a dark and dreary stupor. It leads me to believe that I am a sorry excuse for a person. It leads me to think that I have no reason to pursue my dreams. It makes me see that I will not be able to do what I want to do in life.
I confess...that I will never know what will happen. It scares me. I can be over-sensitive to begin with. I don't want end up as nothing. I won't get anything in writing, guaranteeing that my life will be worth something...so I think...why bother?
That's it for now...=/