Sad story about my depression that led to depression
"I hate myself" I only had that one friend yet she had many but have you found someone that they truly understand yet don't since they don't know anything yet I hide you pain and put a act up to say.. "I'm ok" but I am lying to myself and i know that and yet I still want someone to care for me for them to see the "real" me not the mask you created to hide you dark sad life behind those shut doors
I don't really have a main theme for this but... yeah. this can what ever it wants to be, it's 2018, it can be a freaking comedy story, it's whatever. So yeah, this is going to be my first story in 2018 and yeah, give it some love
This is just a journal about my depression because I need to talk about it but... I don't know if I can actually speak to anyone face to face... I don't think anyone will actually be interested enough to read this but I just want to 'write' it down and let it out...