Some say it’s a curse. Being in love and all. For me it’s a blessing. I know if I didn’t have my best friend/fiancé I would have committed suicide a long time ago. Some call me a freak because of my depression “issues”…I say I’m a normal weird person. Only difference is I’ve been engaged since the end of 8th grade.

I remember a time when I was nothing but happy. Now I know…It’s just my mask. A mask I put on so no one knows the true me.

I’m a freshman in high school as I write this. I like all kinds of music and I’m a normal teenager like everyone else. I have suicidal thoughts and emotional abusive parents. I’ve attempted to cut myself twice and my fiancé lives 2000 miles away…not so normal is it?