Posted 3/7/2013 4:49 AM (GMT 0)
i refuse to go to my therapist again. i'm 15. my whole life has been up and down. i have two parents, one of which is never home, and the other which is partly home. have four grandparents that adore me, and a little brother who hates me but secretly looks up to me. i have a boyfriend who likes me as much as i like him, everythings kinda alright. i've never gotten majorly abused. the most of gotten is a few rounds to the face or chin grabs or smacked because i might have deserved it. doesnt mean i havent thrown one or two back.
i've been on anti depressants for a month. finished a week ago. mother refuses to go back and speak to the doctor because she doesnt want to hear that her daughter is broken.
dad isnt home to listen. and when he is home i stay upstairs because otherwise we just fight about my grades, or something stupid i said.
so no, i dont have a terrible life. but, i still get majorly depressed.
but why?
sure, my parents have to do with it, my old friends have to do with it, rude boys have to do with it, but mainly I, myself have something to do with it.
i've convinced myself i'm fat, sometimes ugly, selfish, rude, not funny, and i hate thinking that of myself. some days i just lay in bed and listen to music and think and just doing that i'm content.
i'd rather be in bed then out with friends. i hate art now which i used to love. i didnt try out for volleyball bc i was intimidated even though ive played for 5 years now, i hate everything i used to love.
everything.
i dont believe in bestfriends because i dont believe that there is one person who will always be there for you and never judge you.
i dont know, maybe i'm just messed up.