Sometimes, we as humans, just need a time where we can let all of our emotion out. Where we can be alone and cry while thinking about everything. Where no one would know it ever happened. A co-worker of mine is so nice to me. This person doesn't care if anybody sees me crying because he knows that he can make me feel better. Whether it be his words, or a joke, or just with a hug. He makes life seem a little happy. He is the first person I see on my work days, hugging me and making sure I'm ok. He's so nice and knows that I've been through a lot and never pushes me to find out what's wrong. I've needed something like that. His attitude reminds me of a dad. He's my best friend at work. And I know he will never judge me.
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The diary of a depressed teen.
Short StoryContains 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.
