I spend my Fridays and Saturdays partying and doing crazy things and my Sundays recovering from it all and hiding from my parents.Then the rest of the week trying to blend in while doing counseling.I'm taking medication to try to help my depression.I take them but I don't think they work very well.I think it actually makes me feel worse,to know that i'm so messed up in the head that I have to medicate myself.I hear the words of people telling me its okay and things will get better,as much as I want to believe them I can't because the voice is in control of me.Its kinda like a bully that is in my head.Every day consists of fighting and dealing.Some times the voices are softer and then sometimes there loud and annoying.They tell me things that make me think and then soon enough feel guilty and bad. I wish it could go away because i'm getting sorta tired of lying to my friends.Especially Andrew.
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Teen FictionThis is a story of a girl who tries her best to get around .She does not realize that every thing she has ever wanted and ever searched for is right in front of her.
