Misery

I was a happy, thankful, energetic filled child. I repeat, I WAS a happy thankful, energetic filled child. "What happened?" Well...I guess you can say I grew up, or maybe it was all the stress. Maybe it was getting sick of practicing everyday, or maybe its just me. It really doesn't matter at this point. Now I'm deciding whether I'm depressed...My days go by in a blur because I sleep my ass off if I don't have practice. I cover my hole left arm because of the scars I've given myself. I'm upset almost everyday, so why can't I just end it all..?