Rants

It started early this year

Last year, around the middle of the year, my parents were starting to nag me. Always telling me to don something. Clean the house, do my homework, clean the dishes, let the dogs in, get them something, I was never able to just sit down.

It led me to depression. If you've read my earlier chapters, I cut and self harmed and thought about suicide. A lot.

My mind took a path for itself. A deal path I was scared to travel. A path with twists and turns. A path where all I want to do is cry.

Yesterday, I was extremely sad. I had a lump in my throat, a cloud over my head, and I always felt the need to cry. My dad asked me where the "smiling, funny, happy Kelsey" went. He asked if "she" wasn't here. I left and, of coarse, cried.

I felt insecure, stupid, worthless. I wanted to run away. I wanted to hide. I can't hide though. Every part of the house is taken. Even my room. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted everything to stop. I mean, what's keeping me here? Just a little part of me.
And all I can say is, sadly, it started early this year.