Depressions a bitch.
When you were a kid, so young, so innocent it was alien.
It was something maybe you hadn't come across yet or even knew about.
When you start high school you hear about the so called 'emo' or 'troubled' kids who people would whisper about.
Say things like
'I heard he cut his wrists with razors and scissors'.
It all seems so new.
Then.
It's your neighbour, your best friend, the most popular boy with the absolutely perfect life.
The happy girl with the perfect hair and perfect makeup.
It's the people who seem so ok that are really not ok.
A truly depressed person puts on the biggest smile and laughs just a tad too much and it's heartbreaking.
It's so alien to us that people don't actually know what to do.
So they do what any person would do.
Go on as normal, pretend it never happened and live.
Live a lie.
A/N - I never know what to write about anymore so this shitty chapter was written in 2 minutes and makes no sense but oh well 🙄
