So I’m 13. (I know, you’re already expecting some angsty, immature not-really-depressed know-it-all) and I’m not gonna try and convince you otherwise. I’m straight-up not a nice person if you get mean with me, I get very defensive, and I act immature when I’m angry and trying to prove a point. Other than that, I’m an incredibly nice, understanding person that will greet you with a huge ‘HEYA!” if you walk in the room whether I know you or not. I’ve gotten a LOT better since I started therapy and medication in 6th grade. I used to not be able to have debates without getting personal and screaming that you’re dumb and I’m right. Although a few days ago, a friend of mine said he didn’t believe in science. Now, if this were a year ago, I’d respond with, “and a dude in the sky judging us for every single action is LOGICAL??” But now... i simply explain to him how we know what the moon looks like, and that it is very possible that aliens and other creatures exist out of our solar system. He said science was dumb anyway, and I simply agreed to disagree. (which I NEVER did awhile ago)

I’ve been suicidal before because I have very few friends and I’m pretty ugly and fat. Plus, it seems that if you’re under the age of 18, you aren’t a real person to adults. You’re a dumb lump of clay that needs to be molded into a REAL human being. I know not all adults are this way, but I’ve encountered many adults (especially teachers) that have told me that I’m too young to know stress. That I’m too young to know depression. That I’m too young to have anxiety. Too young to have a LIFE! (Not exaggerating on that last one, she straight up said we should not have lives)

All of this makes me want to get out of this crappy existence and see for real what happens after death. The only thing keeping me here are my loving parents and singular friend Danielle. And I know, i don’t have as much stress as adults, especially now that I’m homeschooled, but kids DO have stress! These small things that seem harmless to you are GIGANTIC to us, which doesn’t make lesser beings, we just are stressed out by smaller things. This isn’t always the case though. I can’t sleep. That’s why I’m here, just ranting and rambling... and I’m so sorry if you got offended by anything I have said, I’m crying so hard I can barely think because I’m seriously considering writing a suicide note and just seeing where my body takes me. PLEASE! No mean comments! I’m very fragile and mean comments hurt SO BAD! I think about every one for days.