I’m May, and turning 15 this year. Just your typical teenager with normal problems like depression. Haihh. I don’t know where to start. I think I’m being selfish by having problems cause I have shelter, food, clothes, and everything. Well, that’s what my “friend” says. That I should be grateful. I have been thinking about suicide. But I don’t have the guts to do so. I love my grandma to bits and would do anything for her. I’m kind of a loner since I don’t have a friend I could trust. I have acquaintances at school, people I talk to and pretend to be happy with, but no real friend. This trust issue that I have was most probably caused by my brother, who used to touch and rape me while I sleep. I was supposed to be able to trust him! This is getting too long. Its 2.49 am. I’m just going to sleep for now. I’ll write more soon.