This story is about a girl she was a normal girl but she was depressed but she couldn't tell anyone. She couldn't tell anyone about her feelings and that made her go crazy. She had all those thoughts in her mind no one to help her se clearly, so she started cutting and hitting herself more. The saying there's always a light at the end of the tunnel well for her that light is a train, and she's waiting for it to hit. She wants to tell someone how she fells but she's afraid, afraid of what they're going say/do afterwards. People say that she's so detached from everyone but really she doesn't want hurt again, if she shows you kindness or you think she's herself, you couldn't be anymore wrong. She hides her real self and puts on that mask that they want to see.
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My Depression thoughts
Non-FictionDepression, my thoughts, triggering, this is stuff in my head and I needed to get it out somehow I don't post frequently so
