It's Okay To Be Yourself

Chapter 4: Depression

Jiro's POV:
As I was thinking of all these things my alarm went off and to be honest I was relieved. I thought I woke up late, but I actually woke up earlier then I usually do, but I've noticed that whenever I thought of these stuff, I had trouble sleeping because I'm up all night thinking about how I'm not good enough, so it actually made sense that I woke up early.

I got out of bed and turned off my alarm, I looked myself in the mirror and frowned. God I hated myself so much. Why did I have to look so ugly? Why couldn't I just be pretty like the rest of the girls...

"Honey are you awake?" My mom said while knocking on the door.

I sighed, "yeah I'm awake." "Well then go downstairs, I made you breakfast!" I lightly smiled to myself. At least my parents cared about me.

I opened the door and looked at my mom with a smile, "mom, you didn't have too.. I could've made it myself." "

"I know, but I thought you were still sleeping and I wanted to surprise you."

I hugged her, "thanks mom, you're the best."

She hugged me back, "it's no problem sweetie and you don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job."

I walked downstairs and my dad ran up to me and gave me a big hug, "hey honey, how did you sleep?"

I giggled, "I slept fine dad, you don't have to worry about me."

My dad gasped, "so I'm not allowed to care about my own daughter?!"

"No, you can," I laughed, "it's just I'm going to have to go soon, so I don't want you getting too attached." My dad hugged me tighter and started crying, "d-don't remind me... I want you to say with us forever.."

I hugged my dad, "believe me, I want to stay too, but I'm turning 18 soon and I'm going to have to leave sooner or later."

"Just be safe out there okay, the world is a dangerous place.." my dad said.

"Don't worry, I will..." I said and my dad finally let go of me.

As you can probably guess, I was seventeen at the time and turning eighteen one year from then and eighteen is usually the age when you can finally move out of your parents house and start a new life on your own, but the thing was.. I wasn't ready to leave them...

Who else would care for me when I'm all alone? Definitely not me, I hated myself. If I was all alone I probably wouldn't be able to live with myself and die. Heck, the only reason I'm alive now is because my parents were always there for me and they cared for me when I was too weak to. I'd probably die without them...