I’m really not sure if I’m depressed or not. I mean, literally all I do nowadays is write sad stories and mope around by myself but I put on a cheery face and act happy at school with the people that I’m not sure I consider my friends. I moved in June, and I’m still not very good at making friends, so I’m pretty alone. At home I’m sad but when I act okay at school its like I can convince myself that I am and I’m fine, but once I stop I just feel so down. On top of that the guy I text and like is back home and has absolutely no feelings for me whatsoever, and it hurts a little to talk to him every day. I’m basically lying to myself, saying I’m fine and acting the part, pretending that someday Mikey will have feelings for me and that it’ll work out, and writing depressing stories all the time while telling myself that this is just fiction. In art I started sketching out something for a painting and without even noticing I ended up with demons escaping a girl’s body in a dark room with the girl hiding in a corner. I just, I hurt.
