Well. Just when I thought I was done with depression for a while, my parent comes in and ruins the happiness.
WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GOOD HAPPEN FOR ONCE?!
*sigh* I just sat here and cried a bit. Then I hear both of them coming down the hallway, close to my room, so I had to act like I wasn't crying to let anything out. They don't believe I have depression. Or suicidal thoughts.
Ngl, I've attempted many times.
Before you EVEN THINK to say it, I know it isn't worth it.
It's worth putting myself through the pain, though. So try me.
I was happy 3 days straight. And every time it's like that, SOMETHING Is gonna go downhill. Fast.
That's enough.
Bye.
I'm way fucking past done.
