This all started about two years ago when I was 12.
I never really knew what it was, but I had this feeling in me, I wouldn't find things that important, or funny.
Things were dull to me, and like any oblivious person I went to Google to see what was wrong.
Depression.
Depression.
Depression.
My "problems" were symptoms of it,
The big black dog as they called it in school. It gets bigger without help, care or love.
I guess that's why mine is so big...
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A hard time talking
RandomBasically my life, Or what I find important about it. Most depressed kids turn to suicide, or do the right thing and see a professional, But instead I came here to write about whats happening to me. All the ups and downs, generally my everyday li...
