I keep forgetting.
I have clinical depression and I have a tendency to make myself forget painful things. But since I've moved from (Point A) to (Point B), everything has gotten worse. I've been cutting a lot more than usual, I never want to go out, and I just don't know anymore. I miss everything in (Point A) so much and everything here (Point B) is just different; I don't feel like I'm a part of anything, and EVERYONE here (Point B) is a backstabber, liar, or a cheater. I just need someone right now and I wanna kill myself so bad but I just don't think I have the b**** to do it. Maybe I'm just a fake. A b****. A w****. A stupid ass chick who needs to get over herself. At least, that's what everyone (in Point B) says about me. Except all the guys, who think I'm the finest thing ever. But why? I'm fat. And Ugly. ugh. Damn teenage years.
P.S. 1) That is not my real name.
2) Sorry if this is all jumbled together, I kind of blurted out all of my secrets.
3) Should I kill myself?