I've been on earth for 13 years tomorrow. Now a few months ago I found out I have depression. It's one of the worse types you can have. Suicidal thoughts. Now I know people love me blah blah blah. I know. I know. You know what I'm tired of hearing that from everyone. I get it. There is only one person I want to care about me and they don't. Or do they and I just see it. He cares. I know he will. Oh wait that's just my stupid imagination. You know people think they have it rough with losing one parent. They just moved away ok you still see them. I don't see mine.
