I tried to help a friend. She calls herself a bitch, and thinks theres no hope. Just like I was when I first became depressed.
Our difference is she shares with people. I didn't. And it annoys the fuck out of all of us she tells. The only difference between them and me... is that i'm reliving my worst nightmare. I don't sleep anymore. Its all coming back. I feel like cutting. I am going INSANE.
I told her off.
She doesn't get it. I "lied" to her. She thought I cared. But her her eyes now I don't. But tomorrow is the first day of school. And I don't want a repeat of last year. Or the year before...
I really don't.
~SilverMoon
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