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There are some things we end up not sending.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

"What's your name?" he asks. "Ky," I simply answer. "What's your full name?" "It's actually Skylar Jane Reynolds, but, everyone calls me Ky." I continue looking straight ahead, waiting for the bus. I hate eye contact. "Why? Skylar is a beautiful name. Makes sense why your mother picked it for you." "What do you mean?" I ask confusion clear in my voice. "A beautiful girl deserves a beautiful name." I blush. We just met and he's calling me beautiful? I look down at my Converse. "Actually, my dad picked it, but anyway, what's your name?" I find the courage to finally look up. His hair is still covering his eyes. "Mine? Matthew Sage, but you can call me either Matt or Matty or Mr. Wise," he says all cocky with a smirk on his face as he flips his hair out of his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes! If only he knew why his blue eyes will forever enchant me....

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.