We are just a bunch of depressed people trying to help each other. I thought I was getting better, I stopped crying as much, I started becoming a little happier. Now I’m in my bedroom crying my eyes out on  my bed. My bed faces a mirror, i hate looking into the mirror. Whenever, things get hard I say to myself “i wanna go home,” even when i’m inside my own house. I’ve realized I havent found home yet. Not even close.