Alright, first off, none of that 'Dear Diary' crap. It's just stupid. Secondly, I'm only writing in this stupid notebook because I want to look back on it when I get older, and see my rise to success. Makes sense, huh ?
Anyway, I guess I would have to tell you my biggest secret then, huh?
Well, I may as well.. Not like anyone's gonna be snooping through my stuff, or anything. Anyway, I think I'm depressed. Not like, 'I just lost my girlfriend', depressed. Like, the legitimate 'Suicide, cutting, hating myself' depression. I know, I should tell someone, but I don't think they can help. Noone else has been able to help me out with this. I was worse in high school, but all they did was put me on pills. They made me feel high, not happy. I guess everyone thinks those two things are the same thing. Oh, well.
Well, I'm glad, because Benson hasn't bugged me about getting back to work..
Just kidding, he told me to get working. Guess that means I have to go. Talk to you later!
Fair Winds,
Rigby S.