The journal of a Depressed

Night 1

I'm laying here, alone. All that clouds my mind is you.

It's unfair that you cloud my mind every single night, and I don't know if I cloud yours. I probably don't .

You should've said yes to her. but then again if you did I probably would've fallen more in love with you.

I hate you but I love you. It is all so confusing . I don't understand how you said yes to me . I'm like a broken doll , so fragile yet painfully held together .

I had a speaker today, he talked about certain things like drugs and alcohol . it makes me sad that my school doesn't talk about mental illnesses and suicide .

So many people out there are drowning . I know who they are , but they don't know that I do .

I guess this journal might help . the monsters are actually winning .