I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.
Depression starts slow.
I should be a success and I'm not and other people- younger people- are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting their lives in order. I'm still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?
A lot of the books that I grew up reading were pretty brutal, like the Redwall books.
Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.
I'm jealous of her. Can you be jealous of your mom for being able to handle things? I couldn't take a day off, take a dog to the vet, and cook dinner. That's like three times too much stuff for me to get done in one day. How am I ever going to have my own house?