No, this isn't an emo chapter. Don't even try to get on that whenever I talk about depression in a book (unless I specifically tell you so and so is emo). This is just for those people who have trouble understanding why anyone with depression would cry at times. Usually, if we think about just leaving the world, we don't really feel like anything bad will really happen. Hen the thought of having someone try to help you before it's too late grasp your mind.
This is the worst part about depression. Yes, it does stop us from harming ourselves, but we cry at random points in time because we realize how many people are going to feel like they' even done something wrong, they didn't help you out in obvious times or anything else. It just hurts, and it feels like our hearts sink deeper and deeper in our bodies. Don't worry, I'm fine, I was having a little moment for a second, but I have a life to live. If love doesn't come (which I'm sure it won't. 13 years without being asked out, makes sense), I'm a strong independent women. I can do things on my own and get to places without a fuss. Some of you may disagree, but that's just cause I don't know what to say in the moment. Freaking hate socializing! Anyways, see you peeps in school, most likely being the shy nerd I am.
~Sabofo
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