It's crazy, right.? How we are born okay. Emotionally. Then sometimes later in life people develop depression, & others expect you to have a valid reason why you are so sad....
Today, I cant come out of my room. I just feel better being alone. Crazy right.? Me. The most social, outgoing person you know wants to be alone. Well anyway, I am in a horrible shitty mood. I can't make up my mind. I want to vent, but that's annoying, nobody cares about my problems. I want to put my fist through the closet door, but that will be something else my family can lay on me. Im practically already labeled 'crazy'.. I want to cry. But instead I am staring at the peeling paint on the walls and feeling my heart break into pieces for no apparent reason. My mind wants me to die. So i don't feel anymore.. Depression is murder.
