Life sucks. Ending it feels like the best option. I mean nobody likes me. As I fell, feeling the wind in my hair, I thought of every single thing that ever hurt me. Words, fists, thoughts. The words "You're depressed" have become a common answer but I know that. What I don't know is why. But it ruined my life.
People just don't get me. I think it's because I'm complicated but I'm not quite sure. "Are you ok?" becomes a common question and people just get used to me being depressed. When the doctor told me I wasn't shocked but a tiny bit happy. My sadness had a name and I had a reason to be sad. I felt like I had been given a name and purpose for the first time.
