So this is my first article and i want just write my thoughts down, that annoy me.

I'm tired.
Tired of fighting, fighting against my bloodie thoughts...
I'm sad... so sad of being not able to live my life. Not able to be happy... not able to be me.
The scars on my arms and legs are telling everyone my story... my story with depression and borderline disease. I'm just exhausted of my life.
I'm feeling alone...
But I'm not alone.
I'm laughing ...
But dieing inside...
Please rescue me from my life...