Why am I so depressed? Why do I spend every free moment in my life planning me death? In fact, why do I even want to die?
Those are some of the many questions that will never be answered. Depression is not just something you get once in your life, then never again. Depression is like a journey; a journey which lots of people has gone through.
Imagine two roads, which start at a point. That point is depression. The two roads are the only two you can choose from. One is death, the other is life.
Why do you bully me? Do you even know the pain I have experienced? And the memories I have? Did you think before you called me a 'slut', 'whore', and 'fat'? Do you even know how much pain that brings?
My self-esteem used to be high. I would always have loads of friends. Now - what about now? I don't have any. They've all gone with the popular kids.
Every day, you tease me. You call me names.
Every time I make ONE FUCKING FRIEND, you have to take that away from me.
Life is worthless now. I don't even have one. I hate my life.
You think it's just teasing. JUST teasing, huh? Try getting slapped in the face by a million people.
That's how I felt when YOU first called me 'fat'. From that day, I'd always hide in the toilets at lunch and cry. That's what I've been doing for 3 years.
Every time you call me anything again, think of how many people have died- just because of people like you. There are lots of people like you. And you are horrible. Horrible to me, horrible to her, and horrible to every other person you've made die.
This is my life. Remember my name before I die. Remember me as the girl who used to be full of life. Remember me as the girl whose colour was drained out. Remember me as Annabelle.