Dear Diary,
Sadness is a scary thing. When I lay in my bed late at night I think about all the things I did the day. I think about every single mistake I made period how much I hate everyone and myself sometimes. I think about my form of control that's not healthy. My scars are fading. I hate being alone with my thoughts. Depression is dangerous. I really want my parents to let me get medicated. I don't know if they ever will. But they won't drop their conservative mind that won't let them. I just feel so alone. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning and every time I come for air I start to feel better and then all the sudden someone shoves me back under the water and I'm gasping and praying for air and then I get it and I'm so exhausted by the time I get above water and I'm breathing and I'm doing well. Before the next person pushes me right back under and holds me for longer each time depression comes and goes and waves. The scariest thing about it is that you know you're depressed but you don't know how to get out of it and you can't stop yourself from getting worse. sadness is scary. Depression is dangerous.