I'm not even seventeen but somehow life has been cruel.
I do know that people out there have much bigger problem than myself,
I live a usual good life.
studying in the favorite school people might have dreaming of,
not a broken home-family,
don't have a serious disease, such as cancer.
and considered wealthy family.
I, never praying for bad things happen. But somehow life has been cruel.
You may think this is something that easy to endure, feel free to say that I'm weak
But one thing, it's not.
I'm not self-claimed that i've anxiety disorder and nowadays been suffer depression.
I've been to psychologist for times.
Self-harmed for uncountable times.
Cry, tortured with my own thoughts, until being lost
and lose my own memory about
what happened last night.
Keep hurting me by words.
They didn't mean it but I accidentally being deep in those words.
It's been depressing.
I'm afraid.
