Most people claim to be depressed. They soon get over it. Most of the time they were surrounding themselves with awful people, that's not my case.I don't wish depression on my worst enemy. It feels like being trapped in your own body. I feel insecure,ugly,worthless on a daily basis. I have an amazing family. I have some good friends. I'm not completely terrible at school, yet my biggest thoughts stay the same. Will I ever be happy? Will I ever understand myself? I don't have anyone else to vent to completely. The only person I had was my mother, but that stopped when I saw how sad she was becoming...I use to spent hours reading on wattpad. Might as well vent to people I will never see.This is not a love story. No guys are involved because I'm obviously too ugly to even get a guys attention. So, here is my story...