I used to tell everyone about everything that happens in my life. But last year i lost my dad, he had a heart attack and died, I was depressed. I talked to nobody for 6 months, my mom was not supportive, she was never home. My friends were not supportive too, they did understand that i lost my father and that i was sad, but they said i was overreacting and life goes on. But that was not what i thought. My dad, my hero, my lifesaver (i almost died because i felt from the stairs when i was 3 years old), i loved him. I still love him, but I can't talk to him anymore.
After a year i changed my life, new school new start they said. So i did....