depression
i remeber the day when my parents died.
i remeber the day when i thought 'maybe he could help me through depression'
but if i only knew.
i thought he loved me. turns out i was only a bet.
i started cutting.
i know it's stupid to damage my body; giving myself scars that'll only tell people 'look at me. i'm mentally unstable'.
my friend went through depression without harming herself.
i admire her.
i told her one day that i had social anxiety. but i really don't have social anxiety.
she knew and knows how it is to have social anxiety. she still has it. not as bad as before though.
'anna i'm home!'
end of: chapter 3
next: chapter 4
