I guess you could call this a 'secret' account. It's a secret because I'm an author on Wattpad, I write happy stories on that account. You won't ever know who I really am. But you can call me Midnight. 

Two years ago I fell into the black hole called depression. It swallowed me whole. I was able to climb out for a while. But that entire year that I had fallen, thoughts of suicide flowed freely through my mind, scars have etched their way onto my skin, and tears have left permanent trails on my cheeks. Last summer I climbed out of that whole, I became happy, and my smiles where real for one. For the most part, at least. I could actually enjoy myself and I reconnected with old friends. I found my passions (writing & photography). But in the back of my mind, I always had a small black hole. It always reminded me that I wasn't good enough, I was worthless, fat, and shouldn't be alive. I was able to ignore it for a while. A while ended a few weeks ago. The black hole has grown back and it's starting to consume me again. I was a year cut free. Now I'm not even a day clean. I'm skipping meals and taking diet pills. I think of over dose, drugs, and self harm. 

I still act happy. I can still be around my friends. I can still enjoy my passions. 

But I am falling. Harder than ever this time. I can't write happy things anymore, I'm forcing myself to do so though. This account I can write dark things. 

Enjoy xx