My name is Scott and I'm 16 years old and I'm in High School I'm 5'9 and I'm taller than all of my friends. I have white hair and my best friend is Lydia, She calls me Posey. We've declared ourselves brother and sister because all our friends tell us we act like we are related and we know everything about each other. My idol is the Joker. Becca is my girlfriend we've been together for 6 months. I've been planning on asking her to marry me. I'm afraid that she will say no and leave me. I know that sounds stupid but I'm desperately in love with her. Also, I'm afraid that she doesn't want to have a future with me.
Now It may seem like everything is fine but we all three have a so called "Problem" that people like to call depression. But I dont have it as bad as Becca and Lydia, Mine consist of voices and blacking out when I get too angry or sad. I can't remember the last time I self-harmed its because it was so long ago. If you don't understand why I'm telling you this its because its who I am. If you don't like it fuck off I don't need your judgment.
Lydia has Red hair and is about 5'7 with her heels on which she wears everyday. Her family hates her and mistreats her. She has normal depression but Ten times worse. She says I use sarcasm a lot but I think I use it the necessary amount of what I have to.
Becca is the love of my life. She has brown hair and the nicest ass I've ever seen. I fell in love with her the day I met her. I met her at a school football game it was the first game I went to that year. She was hanging out with her friends and she just happened to sit down next to me. She started talking to me when she yelled out that the foul ball was a bullshit call. I corrected her and explained that the defense was past the line of scrimmage and it was an offsides foul. I asked her out the next day after school. In my 4th hour I had realized that I was in love with her and I had broken up with my girlfriend at the time after her volleyball game was over. It had been around 5:30pm when I asked her out on September 22nd. Anyways she's 5'6 and she's only 15 years old. She's been through alot in her life and I feel like I'm not good enough for her. I think she deserves someone better than me, someone who can make her happy when she's depressed or super angry. She says I'm that person but I didn't think I was until she was crying one day and all I did was hugged her and told her I loved her and she looked up at me and kissed me.
