Maybe, Just Maybe

its been almost a year since the last time i self-harmed. lately my depression hasn't been too bad. well, i say "too bad" but, i suppose, just not bad enough to cut. but, it just got a hell of a lot worse. you see, my parents have been married over 20 years and i have no siblings. so i have always been extremely close to my parents. even when i was a troublemaker they loved me unconditionally. but things have changed. i have changed, and they dont know how to deal with me anymore. sadly, we have drifted apart, which increases my sadness just thinking about it. they know about my depression, and i know they really care, but they put me on the lexapro, and expect that to make all the difference, when really, all i need, is that unconditional love, or atleast some reassurance. and this, is the story of a peice of shit teenager, searching for some unconditional love, and something to take away the pain. but also the hell she goes through in order to get just that.