"I am not acting weird Mom! Why can't everyone just understand I'm fine!"
It all started a year ago, when depression was brought upon me. I promised myself I wouldn't allow it to affect me or how I act. I've never been good at keeping promises. After my therapist told me what she thought I just gave her a smile and told her I didn't need any medication. She thought I did. I do. I know why I am depressed, it's because I am bullied, my father died, and because I have not one ounce of self esteem. Along with my depression, has come along a dream I have started having, I've had it every night since a month after my dad died. It will never be spoke of, not to anyone. The bullies are right. I am fat. I am worthless. I am Lacey, and these are my thoughts.
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Lacey's Thoughts
Teen FictionAt night I dream the same thing every single night. For the past year I have just been having the worst nightmare, and it just won't go away. To everyone else, Lacey is the average high school student. Everyone thinks she is normal. She never te...
