Monday 22nd October 2007
IM 12 and I've had depression since I was 6. My mother always treats my brother better than me my dad is okay but always sticks up for her. when I want to talk about or do anything mum is always to busy with scouts and tells me to just go upstairs and watch Dr Who or play D&D or carry on being antisocial. But when my brother goes down as I'm going upstairs she instantly has time for him. The only person who understands is my best friend but he lives in Great Yarmouth which is quite far away and he doesn't have a mobile phone so we can't talk. I've been thinking of suicide for a while and today mum pushed me too far. My blade no longer helps and neither does hiding behind a smile. All I want is an escape from this hell.
Okay. I know how depressing this is but I want to know. Do I continue?
See u later
stay Rossome!
