The value of life
I think there are levels of depression.
I have it, and I know there are certain days when I feel so depressed that if I were any more I'd just fade away. Like right now. It certainly doesn't help that Chirstmas music is playing in the background about people who have good, fun lives.
I wish people would recognise that I have an extremely difficult life.
I don't even talk anymore. I must have that psychosis where you slowly go into yourself til you lose it. My sadness is like a cloud that is always by my side, a trusty companion.
And to think I'm only 15..
I an't relate to anyone else. All teens care about are their f****** tans and boyfriends. It also doesn't help that my dad didn't give a f*** enough to leave when I was just a kid. Or that my cousin died. Or that I get anxiety that creeps over me like a blanket, paralyzing me with fear.
I don't know where I'm going with this. So I'll just leave.