Warning: This Blog contains sexuality, drug and mental triggers. My name is Daniel. 25. California. Everything here is my real life story. It helps me cope in life with out my therapist.
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I was doing well for a while. Everything is hitting again, and hard. Iām going to talk about everything on film for the first time. Thereās a lot that has been bugging me and I rarely get a chance to express how I feel & things from my perspective. I swing back and fourth between if Iām good enough or not enough, if I matter or dnt matter and ultimately if I should live or not. My life has been faced with so many life changing decisions and opportunities that I still have yet to cope with. It almost feels like a biblical story. Sometimes instead of dying I feel like a should suffer and get my story out there so that other who relate to anything that Iāve gone or am going through. It could really help someone know that they arenāt alone. I truly feel alone. Thereās no one that I can talk to that understands want Iāve gone through. Iāve come so far from what I was but Iām afraid. Iāve been on my own since 15 and have felt alone ever since. Yes I used to gangbang. Yes I used to sell and use drugs. Yes I used to add to the crime statistics in my hometown. I didnāt know who I was, all I ever knew was what the world wanted me to be. Now that Iāve found myself I still feel like Iām not completely myself. I feel like people need to know. All they see me as now is the āsuccessfulā Tv/Film Producer. I should be happy, I am, but I think itās time to let people know how I became me.
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I try to stay strong but even I have a tough time coping with depression. I was only ever nice to you⦠donāt understand why you have to be so mean to me
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idk im just sick of struggling in a life i donāt even want to have
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Iāve talked a lot about my pain, my feelings, my hurt. For the longest time it helped. A lot. But now as the years pass by, I realize how it doesnāt help. It makes people uncomfortable. They donāt know what to say. And then comes the part I hate the most. I feel disgust for having shared anything at all. I feel so much regret. I wish I could it take all of it back.
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i wish someone would could help me. but iām a lost cause
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