I am a 15 year old boy. I occasionally enjot my life, but other times I completely hate it. I am nearing the end of my GCSE year as I live in England, and my family are asking what i would like to do after I finish. They don’t seem to like it when I say “Nothing, because there is no point in living!” I suffer from severe depression, and have some reasonable reasons, and some silly.
First of all, my family. My parents, ever since I was little, have disliked me. I was an accident. I was their xmas present to each other. They were […]