Instead of making me feel like shit all the time about being depressed, why don’t you ask me what’s wrong? Why don’t you try to help? But no. Instead, you sit there & yell at me & tell me how shitty of a person I am & how you’re sick of me. Thanks alot. You really know how to make someone feel like shit.
I'm Charlea, and I live in Myrtle Beach, SC. I'm fifteen, and a sophomore in high school.