So the beginning of the school year, I was a freshman..... I lost a Bff.... Put on Depression medicine..... Missed my period for going on three months.... Felt sick for almost a week now but kept it a secret till here recently....... This isn't a cry for attention.. I don't care for that or pity.... I felt the need to say, we'll type, all this because I am thinking about overdosing on my meds. I won't though because someone I care deeply about wakes me up every morning and I don't have the heart to break his.... My baby brother would be traumatize to find his big sister like that..... I'll smile and laugh but it's fake.... No one knows how much I'm dying inside.... Or how I wish for my death.... I fooled them as well as myself.... for years I have suffered and yet I haven't said a thing. Six grade I thought the world would be better without me and thought about taking my life that night. Sorry for bugging you all.... Bye.....