I'm always having one of those days.

Fucking hell. I'm crying again, and I don't know why.

Sometimes depression, and I hate using that word, just washes over me.

But you put on your brave face and trudge through tomorrow. Then the next day. The next day. Living life day by day is killing me.

I hate it when people catch me crying. I like being by myself, but no. Being a mother means pestering your child to death. THERE'S NOT ALWAYS A REASON!

They don't really care. They only check on me because they feel as though they should see if I'm okay. If they didn't they'd look like they didn't care at all. But I know it's all a front.

I feel like my group of friends are drifting, and I'm scared. They are the only people who fucking understand me, and the way I need to be left alone if I'm crying or the way to make me laugh if I feel like shit. They KNOW me. I wish my family did too. They see the brave face everyday, the face I put forward, everyone just accepts that version of me, nobody cares enough to look deeper and see ME.

Nobody sees me.

I'm tempted.

I threw away my blades.

I'll find a way.