My Life With Depression

A Few Things About Me . . .

1) My name is Brianna Parker. People call me everything from Bree to Parker. I hate the name Brianna. She is one of the popular people at out school. One of my biggest tormentors. I don't give a flying fuck what people call me as long as it isn't Brianna.

2) I have imaginary friends. Okay. So you're probably thinking something along the lines of, "Wow this girl is such a loser." The thing is, they aren't really imaginary. They are more like alter-mes. Who I would be if I didn't have depression. Who I would be if I didn't have an eating disorder. Who I would be if I were perfect. They are the only people I can confide in. The only people who won't judge me for who I am.

3) Things I like . . .

1. Reading. It is my escape from reality. When I read, I become someone else in another world. I have a new identity. New problems. A new life. Even though it only lasts for a short time, books are literally the reason I am still alive today.

2. Writing. I'm a crappy writer but I still do it. I have no idea why.

This list is pathetically short.

4) Things I hate . . .

1. The fact that I only have two things I like in this world.

2. Assumptions. Why don't you just wait for the truth because there is a 99% chance you're wrong.

3. Racism. People share 99.9% of the same DNA. What's in that 0.1% that makes them inferior to you?

4. Animal abusers. Animals are innocent and they can't stand up for themselves. What the fuck is wrong with you?

5. Stereotypes. You can't sum up someone's entire existence with one word. There is so much more to a person than just a nerd, emo, geek, or whore.

6. Prejudice. It prevents you from getting to know wonderful people. Plus, you shouldn't give two shits about their background, gender, race, religion, or if they're straight or not. It's what's on the inside that counts. If you can't see that then there is something seriously wrong with you.

7. Loud burps. This is just a pet peeve. I mean burps are gross by themselves. Why do you need to amplify it?

8. Being forced to do something. If I want to do something, I'll fucking do it. Don't push me.

9. Myself. Honestly. What's there to like?

10. Bullying/Bullies. What kind of sick, twisted pleasure do you get out of hurting someone else?

11. This book. It's crappy and full of shit.

I'll stop here because there way too many things to add.

It's so pathetically sad that the things I hate outnumber the things I like by so much.

Okay I'm going to stop know because I feel like there's way too much ranting on here.