I get it

So, I'm pretty sure I'm depressed. Everyone treats depression like a disease. Its not like its deadly. Unless it goes to extreme measures like cutting yourself or taking too many pills or bulimia and such. When I'm not having fun with somebody I feel lonely and sad. I never want to get up and do anything but lay down. I tell myself to get up but my legs and arms don't want to cooperate with me. I feel like I'm trapped and can't get out. I haven't cut yet and I don't really want to. But only time will tell until I do. I kind of feel like its my destiny to cut myself. I'm single which only makes my depression worse. I feel like I'm not pretty enough. Especially because only the losers ask me out which is totally gross. I have fights with my best friend because she tells me she's prettier than me and I'm the second choice compared to her with boys. I guess I'm popular. Guys like Cassidy's face but they like my butt and boobs better than hers. they say I'm more developed. I don't complain.