I don't know which gender I am. I use all pronouns, I feel like a guy sometimes, I feel like a girl sometimes, and somedays I'm just nonbinary. No gender one day. I'm not okay with 'she' and 'her' as pronouns, but I use them anyways.
I get pressured to do homework, I just wish there weren't deadlines for homework. If I turn it in isn't that enough? Shouldn't it be enough to know I care? No one knows what's going on with me. I make 'jokes' about being depressed.
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The times I stayed up til 1:00 am
Non-FictionMy life did go to shit. Triggers: My life depression has mentions of suicidal thought, cutting, and other things related to death. It's also cringe 2018 teen stuff. If you don't like these topics, don't read this book of my experience with depressio...
