I don't ignore it anymore. I cry. I cry and I cry and I cry until I can't cry anymore. It's not like I can control it. It just happens. I guess that's what happens when you have depression. I still don't believe it. My mom thought I was acting weird, so she took me to see a psychologist. I was diagnosed with depression and given pills I refused to take. I don't like what's happening to myself. Why am I depressed? Taylor Swift knows I exist. Shouldn't I be happy? That's when I learned something. Being depressed and being sad are two totally different things. You can be depressed for no reason at all. I don't understand why my mom is so worried. I don't self-harm and I don't plan on it. I've never considered suicide. (Alright. Maybe a few times when I'd lost my mind after a particularly hard day when I just thought life wasn't worth living, but my mom doesn't know that)I just don't get it. I want a normal life. I want friends, parents who don't constantly fight, an older sister who cares about me and who I can look up to, and a boyfriend wouldn't hurt. But again, why should I be complaining? My life is no picnic, but it's better than a lot. Shouldn't I be grateful? The guilt of hating my life makes everything seem worse. Maybe I do just deserve to die. "NO" I firmly say to myself. "DO NOT THINK LIKE THAT. STOP IT DAMMIT" I decide to look at Taylor's comment again, it usually cheers me up. It didn't this time. I lay down and fall asleep, the second the first teardrop rolls down my cheek, and onto my pillow.
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Taylor Saved Me
FanficThis is the story of a girl in love with Taylor Swift. She has depression and none of her family or friends cared about her. She was about to end her life, until one comment appeared on her phone, and turned her world upside-down
