ok ive told people this before it does get better, you just have to find out what it is that makes youe life a living hell and get rid of it. it could be a person, or just a memory that hurts you. it will be hard to get rid of it, and it will take time. trust me i get it, life can really suck, and sometimes you just want to curl up in the corner and cry until theres nothing left. until you just fade into the background and disappear for good. but thinking like that never does any good. if you can find one good thing in your life, that always cheers you up. no matter how bad things get, or how much ou just want to give up. if you cling to that one thing it gets better, it really does. trust me when i say i get it, because i really do, for most of my life ive hidden behind the masks, and it works for awhile, most people dont even notice its fake. to be honest ive gotten so use to it, its kind of an instant reaction, i dont even think i just lie and cover up what im actually thinking. i remember crying alot when i was younger, even in school, over something stupid like a friend getting mad at me, or i got a bad mark on a test. iid just break down in the middle of class, or the playground and cry. i think the last time i cried was months ago, and it was just a night after any other normal day, but i just kind of snapped. just in bed and i break down for no aparen reason other than it got too hard and there was nobody to listen. most people dont know what im actually like, sure they get the basics, they get that i like to joke around, i hate school, i like art. but there are other parts of my mind, the things i hide the best, there are things i havent even told my mother, things i cant even talk to her about. because like most, shed mostlikely ask too many questions that completly miss the point, or tey to disect it in a way that only makes me doubt myself more. or better yet shed tell me to go pray, go ask god for the answer, and even though hes helped me see what i needed to do a few times, and lead me to some people in my life that actually get it, he doesnt say enough for me to figure out what i need. and there are things i think about that i won tell many people at all, even people im close to, mother, grandmother, close friends labels dont matter there are things even im shocked that i think about. dark things, people im close to dying, way to kill people in sick twisted ways, myself dying. yet this is all considerd imagination. i also know there are, things, around me, and i do my best to keep them away from the people im close to, but that doesnt always work out so well.
yeah all this is run together and probably make much sense, but if you get even one part of what ive said. atleast you have the comfort in knowing someone else gets what your feeling.