Discovering of a Teenage Girl

She sat in her room. Trying to hold on to what little hope she had left. It was July.
Her birthday was just a month away, and even while going to a regular high school, her depression sucked her in.

Maybe it was because she is melodramatic. Or maybe she is depressive like her counselor told her. Either way, she is fourteen. Fifteen in August. She would start tenth grade in a whole new environment. But she will always be the DEPRESSED girl. Always the lonely girl. She will always be me.