Today me and Gaby were supposed to meet at the park,
Talk,
Smoke,
Figure things out.
We were supposed to meet at 4.
We get out of school late so i get their at 4:15.
I sit there till 5.
Waiting.
She calls at 5 and says Hey i cant go anymore.
We changed our plans.
Canada is coming here instead,
Well i couldnt go home,
My mom didnt expect me home till almost 6.
And would know something was up if i came home early.
So i had to sit in the park.
For ANOTHER hour.
Alone....
Half crying.
Because i couldnt stop thinking about how horrible my life was.
I smoked 3 ciggerates.
Cut 6 times.
And sat in the frezzing cold..
Crying.
Now i sit her.
Blood soaking through my boxers from the cuts.
I thiink i half clinical depression.
Because looking at my life,
No huge event has happened that has made me upset.
I want to get help so bad.
But im scared.
Scared my parents will get mad.
And i dont know.
Im not worth helping.
I mean gaby goes on about haveing Ashely in her head.
And about how she is always sad.
And makes me feel like my pain doesnt matter because she is sadder,
I just wish, for once,
Someone would help me.
Get me the help i need.
Mr. Whitmer,
Please ask me if im depressed again.
Mabe my anwser will change.
1 comment:
hey, im depressed too. and nothing really bad happened to me either. its just that all the little things add up sometimes. and sometimes teachers are the best people to talk to. thats what i always did in high school. i became closer to my teachers than i was to anyone in my family. its just helps to get an opinion from someone whose outside the situation. hope everything gets better.
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