Dear Diary,
Today is a terrible Monday
Thoughts about being better off somewhere else cloud my brain.
The pills are so close yet so far.
I was a good girl and took my meds this morning. I never see a difference.
People look at me like I'm diseased. An outsider. The girl whose friends left her. The one who never talks.
Yep that's me.
Depression overrides my learning process. So it's impossible to learn. Teachers know not to call on me. I won't answer.
I'm passing all my classes so my parents don't bother with me. They are to busy with my sisters and their sports to have to deal with a depressed and moody teenager. So I put on a smile and fake my way through life.
Xoxo
Peyton
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Xoxo, Peyton
Non-FictionMy name is Peyton I'm 14 years old I'm a dancer An actress A pianist Daughter Sister And friend I'm depressed. Deal with it! Writing is my getaway This is me writing about how I see things thorough my eyes Also some goodbye letters to my fa...
