I thought my life was great, amazing even. Thinking I could everything and be happy with my life. I thought that depression was something you make up to get your parents attention. I finally understand the meaning of 'depression' and why people have problems dealing with it. I believed my life was perfect, and everyone around me was my perfect family and friends. I had so many friends, I had people come up to me and ask how is my life so perfect. I would laugh and say ' be popular and you have a life.' When he first came I didn't think he would change everything. I didn't think at all what would happen, if I talked to him. Well, I talked to him and now I'm falling for him and I wish that I don't fall for people so easily. 'Maybe that's why my life is messed up.' All these thoughts are running through my brain and I don't know to cope with all these emotions, I'm just going to do what I feel like I need to do. Die alone. But first let me show you what happened to me. ------ I hope you like it. Vote Comment Follow. ~theherionfamily.