Thoughts

Well my Counslor thinks I should start writing more. Expressing my feelings. Get them out.  She thinks it will help.  Maybe she is crazy, or maybe she has a point.  Who knows.  Im not sure what the point is anymore.  To get better?  Is that even possible at this point? 

So what do I feel.  I feel like I am in a deep dark hole, one that no matter how much I climb, crawl, or scratch I won't be able to get out of.  A lonely depressing hole, where all I can hear are my thoughts on how I'm a failure. How apparently I am hated and don't deserve to live.  All the names I have been called.  It's all on repeat; through the day and night.  All I can think is that I'll be stuck here forever.  Whatever forever is.  

Nope, I don't feel better.  Maybe tomorrow.