Depression.... It follows you where ever you go, it doesn't leave you alone, it does not tell you that you're beautiful. It makes you hate you for who you are... Why I don't understand? But yet Its like a drug once it starts it will not STOP. You think things will get better but... Does it.. Does it really get better? Who knows? Because I don't. Hi, my name is.... My.. Name is Paris. I suffer from depression, I have fought through depression for (2 years) now. My life has not been easy when I want it to be. Have you ever herd people say "you control your life?" You don't depression does, it takes your life over. It controls you, it controls me.
People don't really understand what's going on in your life. They might say they were depressed when they were are age, or are they just saying that to make us talk to them about everything? I mean I don't get it. To me it's bull shit, with parents I don't want them to know what's going on. It my business not there's so they need to stay out of it. If you went through depression you should know how it feels to have your parents constantly bug you about trying to find out what the hell is wrong. Why do they want to help? I don't get it we only annoy them don't we?
