Diary of the Depressed

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When I said "depressed". It's just an assumption. I'm supposedly depressed. Im just apathetic. I've just stopped giving a shit. Even for my family, which is supposed to be bad. I look up free tests on mental illnesses on Google and take them. I don't know if it's to see if I am fucked up. I know I am. Im not sure if it's to be happy or horrified about. I look at the other crazys' books and cries for help. But I don't know how to help. I warned one that she needed to get out and far away. Back then I was much less apathetic and cared for her safety. I didn't want that thing to get her. She didn't deserve it. I now don't know how to help her. She's been changed. I'm sorry about that. She should've been able to choose her own destiny. She deserves to choose her own destiny more than ever. I consider her part of my family. I wish I could've been able to protect her.

August 10, 5:09 PM