The Depressed Person

Here's where it got confusing

It's been a few months that has pasted and yes I did take my ex King back .
He loved me and I loved him .i started to feel the depression a lot harder tho . It got so bad to the point where suicide became a thought . No one knew that though. They thought I was always happy honestly. I had a fine way of covering up my cutting.i mean of course they saw how dead I looked in the face but no one cared enough to ask was ok. They always just mentioned how I always looked tired but truth is I slept a lot . I slept so much that I barely had to to want to eat. I didn't CHOOSE to be depressed. It just kinda came to me you know.
Every morning felt like a worthless reason of waking up.
School was stressful but somehow I managed to keep my grades up in the beginning...
I got a text from my used to be Bestfriend telling me to call her
I called and the whole damn conversation was about how my supposed to be boyfriend King was doing dirt. Trying to mess with my cousins, flirting with my cousins and all of the above. We're gonna call my Bestfriend... Mimi
Mimi was the type of girl who wasn't as bad but still could pull niggas. Had the best shoe game and kinda could dress. Had a lot of mouth but not really the heart to back it up . I was the heart of her mouth .  Fucking with her was like fucking with me 🤷🏽‍♀️. She basically was the only friend I had because the other two out of our 4 had gone to different schools for a better education. Anyways later that night . I had in mind to overdose.. no I didn't do it then but trust me I really wanted to.. the attention from a boy who barely even loved me was all I wanted because it seemed like whenever I was with him everything would be better... I thought that if I'd overdose that he'd feel as if it was his fault and then maybe if I was to live by the grace of god I would have all his attention.. no my depression wasn't all dealing with him but he became a big part of the problem that year.