June 1st 2014
Over the summer I had met a new friend and her name is Anne she is the best and I love her to death. Her brother, Bobby was nice to but he did get a little mean. Ever since school started Anghi has changed... ALOT, she kinda acts like she can call a white or a spanish person a nigger when they aren't even black, nigger means black people. But she is still my friend. I had so much trouble on my grades at school, I had a D in social studies and a C in gym. My dad said that if I don't bring my grades up he was gonna hold me back and that will just be another thing that I can add to my list of depression problems. Its not just my friends and school i have to worry about, I worry about teachers, they always act like they can control us and that they think that thier our parents its so annoying.
Anyways I sit in the back at lunch time with my friends Brianna, Kevin, Sam, Danny, and Nasir
They always cheer me up on sad days, but they don't even know when i'm feeling sad. Its my top secret that I am one of those depression freaks. Im scared that kids at my school will start calling me names and tell me to jump of a building or something.
I only have one friend who knows about my depression and thats Nicole, shes the best in the whole wide world.
There was this one kid named edwin and hw is the worst because of him i went home to cutting myself..
The bel is going to ring so I have to go..
