Angels Bite.

Just a normal day...

So... I woke up this morning, sweating, and my heart pounding. "...oh... It was just another nightmare.." I breathed. I got out of bed, and walked over to my closet. I picked a majoras mask shirt, black shorts, a black hoodie, and some black converse. My name is (Y/N), and I suffer from depression. I see a psychiatrist everyday, except for today, which is Saturday. I was free to do anything I wanted today. Hell, I could murder someone. But, I won't. Because I'm not like that. I'm depressed. Not a psychopath. Or a psychotic. I'm normal. Except for my depression, I'm perfectly normal. I'm 12. (You're me, so you're twelve, but you're also you, as in your name.) I go to the junior high. Well, I will soon, I'll be in seventh grade, and might not even have many friends. I'll be alone mostly like always, unless I get the guts to make a friend.. But I doubt it. I don't really have confidence, I mean, I have friends, but they go to my old school. I hate where I live, I'm lonely here, there's no one like me, except for barely a handful of people. Let's just say, last year wasn't the BEST year I've had... Sure, there were good times, but only a few. But I can't complain, my depression was getting better. But then something... Personal happened.. So uh.. Yea. That's me. Lonely (Y/N) (L/N)...