When I was a kid, I often watch movies or videos with characters who have depression. I was so sad when watching them when I was a kid. They look so desperate. So fragile. So scarred. I pity them. But I never expected that I would end up just like them. A scarred human. Like a wandering soul looking for a reason to live. I never knew that I would end up just like them. I’m still a teenager but I already want to die. If I had a chance to die without killing myself, I’d probably take it. I’m not a coward for running away from problems and thinking dying is the solution. It’s just so hard. It’s like I’m breaking apart.