People were cruel and judging, I knew that even as a child. I knew that life is not always happy, that there was never really anything I wanted to live for. I failed everyone, my family, my parents, even my own self. I doubted a lot and didn't want to even live at that point. I was judged by everyone I knew. Everything my parents worked up to, I crashed everything my family wanted me to do I ignored. I wasn't feeling any guilt until I gave up and let my fears crawl all the way up my spine. This was my depression.(WARNING: I will repeat this multiple times, but if you have depression or any suicidal thoughts for that matter please, don't read this. I really don't recommend it for those who are depressed)