The Melon Diaries

Worst Part of the Day

Art class.

I'm not good with colours and get made fun of.

Get called colour blind.

Not to mention the people I consider "friends" there tend to put me down.

I know they're doing it and that it's a form of verbal abuse.

It's always a damper on my day.

Then I get home to my parents fighting and I won't proceed from there.

Honestly sometimes I wish I had more friends, good friends, and that my family used to be.

It's upsetting to be honest.

I tend to try as hard as I can to be positive but as I've been fearing, I think I've fallen back into my clinical depression.

It's alright though! I promise I won't bother or fuss to anyone, I hate being depressing and I would never burden anyone with the simple idea of it even. I don't have any rights to be depressed, my life is full of everything one could ever ask for, so I promise not to pester anyone and if I do act any differently please tell me so I can stop. I hate the idea of being depressing and I won't let my clinical depression bother anyone.