Ive had some good days and bad days. You know how it goes, every day is different. Good and bad. Im going through a depressed phase. Again. I think i went through a depressed phase when I was in high school. But i guess back then, i wasn't really depressed, just sad that i had no real plans after school was out.
Now I'm in college, and realizing the only person who actually calls me regularly is my dad. Not my mother, which isn't really surprising to me at all - I've always known she never really cared about me - but, still. Why couldn't i have....i don't know... more friends? why does everyone have to hate me, and why do i even care about what they think in the first place?
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