Awful

I've been meaning to write. But last night I stayed at a friends house. I was trying to just... I don't know. Get away from it all. It was good though. To spend time with her. I needed to be away from my parents. They wouldn't leave me alone. They called me a billion times to see if I needed anything. It kinda sucked. I am still me. I haven't changed at all. I need to be left alone for a bit. I really do.

People know now. About my feeling. But I want to be treated normally. You know? Like usual. But as of now, I am not normal. I have these random breakdowns. Ive cried a lot. I don't know whats wrong with me. Do I want to know? Not sure anymore. I think I am scared of the truth.

Today my boyfriend said to me "I would rather be hurt by the truth, then protected by a lie. I think you would agree."
I don't know if I agree. I have been hurt by the truth. The truth is I'm depressed. And I do hurt. But I do not like the hurt. And I wish I could lie to myself and pretend that it isn't there...

~SilverMoon