I don't know exactly who I am. I'm not sure anybody really does. I do, however, know what I am. I'm 16. I'm losing the battle to depression, and I'm tired of being quiet about it.
But why? Why is it that I'm like this exactly? Im not 100% sure honestly. Maybe I was born bad, or maybe it's the environment I was brought up in. Or maybe it was all the shitty things that have happened to me during the course of my life. If I had to guess, I'd say it's a combination of all those things and more. I'm not going to fill you in on all of my dirty little secrets right now though. It'll come out eventually. Trust me, I'm ready to talk about things. Things no one knows. Not even the person closest to me in my life.
What I will say, is that I've dealt with way more in my 16 years, then anyone should have to face in their entire life. And I'm hoping one day it will make me a better person.
