People tell you to talk about anything you need to. That it's okay to feel down, and depressed. But they don't really want to know why you're like that. They don't really care. It doesn't affect them, so why should they. I've been having a hard time recently. I was happy for a long while there, but it's because I was being blinded by something I knew about, but was too stupid to see. What if I were to tell you that I self harm and that I didn't want to but it was the only way for me to feel alive. To feel something other than NUMB. You would tell everyone about it and how because I told you the only thing I try to keep a secret, that I'm "obviously doing it for attention". Tell me. If I were doing it for attention, why would I try to hide it. Why would I cry to you so desperately for help, because I hate the way I'm feeling?
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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.
