Today when I was sleeping my mom woke me up and asked me if I am suicidal... To be honest I don't remember what I said... I'm worried the truth might have slipped out.
I was talking to the guidance counselor today and she told me she thinks I'm depressed. I kind of figured that out on my own. She told me she was worried about me. It feels nice to know someone cares. Most of the time i don't like sharing my feelings and I only say half of what I'm feeling but, I think she's starting to understand just how much everything is a affecting me.
