This is a story about my depression I hate to admit it but I have depression most people think depression is sadness or it's just an excuse for being lazy but no it's almost like you have a bag of rocks on your back and every time something goes wrong and the bag gets heavier and heavier until you just wanna give up.
I feel like my friends don't take me seriously they don't believe that I wanna kill myself or that I cut myself and when I push them away they stay away when I need them most!
My one friend kinda makes me feel like shit sometimes she will say things like I'm the better friend and stuff like that and it makes me feel worthless and my guy friend tells my other friend everything which makes me think I'm not a good enough person to be trusted I wanna kill myself some things that stop me from ending it all are my friends c.h h.b j.land s.h you think I'd say my parents but they treat me like shit like I can't do anything right I try and try so hard and it's never good enough my dad he yells at me I'm so scared of him. I cry myself to sleep almost every night I don't know how I even have tears left to be honest my nana viki passed and I miss her so much and I'm gonna stop there. That was a true story about my depression.
