When I think back to when I was a kid, I can’t remember being happy.. And I don’t know why. And then I thought..
I’ve always been unhappy.
My family has many issues that now I know effected me; screaming and yelling, name calling, blaming, frustration.
I remember it all.
I remember getting these overwhelming feelings like I was trapped in a small bubble and couldn’t get out, I know now that the feeling I felt was probally depression..
I’ve been depressed since I could remember..
And I really don’t remember a lot because that’s how my body copes..
I want to talk to someone but I know that no matter how much you try to explain no one really knows or can feel how you felt, and they don’t really care.
No one will ever be able to know what I’ve been through emotionally and mentally and it just really sucks because all I’ve ever been was forgotten and I now know that I have to be my one friend, best friend, in this harsh world.
I wish I was one of those girls who’s life is…. Just easier..