Tell me why the moon is always brighter when I'm drowning in my sorrows. Why is it more inviting? Almost like it's calling out to me. But I can't ever sleep at night because the stars are too beautiful to look at. Then I remember that people need me. I'd never leave my friend. Or family. You read that right. I have one friend. Or should I not admit that because it's too depressing? No. Life isn't always happy and it does get depressing. Get over it.
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The diary of a depressed teen.
ContoContains depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm references, and my strong opinions about everything I'm angry about at the time of which I write each chapter. This is just how I feel my life is going right now.
