I was asked by a close friend of mine, if I have ever started thinking about dark things and I say them out loud. I simply said I used to but I've found out that maybe the things I think of aren't the best things to share with people because I feel the things I tend to say make people start thinking I'm right that there's no hope to life, and little do people know I'm writing in a stage of depression and I don't look at life like it's hell but depression does and I write and think in the form depression does and that's not really me. depression is like a blanket of sadness I have been wearing for years on end and if I ever over come depression the way I think will obviously change, depression is not the real me.
-j.h
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The mind of a depressed teenager.
RandomThis is were I will write what I feel and my problems and rant about how messed up I am.
