I'm feeling really depressed lately so I just thought instead of writing bad things. I would talk about my friends.

Just to clarify I don't hate Lily, she is actually really kind to me when I'm sad.

I have three friends, Annie, Lily and Emma (not their real names but they are similar).

Lily is my longest friend. Wait that sounds weird. I have been friends with her for the longest. We met in reception and have been friends since. She gives me cookies, which is cool. She is Bi, so we talk about sexuality and stuff because I don't really have anyone else I can talk about that to. For some reason we don't actually know that much about each other even though we have been friends for so long.

Annie is a fan wait no... Annie is OBSESSED with BTS. That's not a bad thing btw. We have loads of inside jokes even though we haven't been friends for too long. She knows I'm gay but not anything else and I know I need to tell her but I don't know how. I don't want her to worry because she is already going through stuff. Her dad is really sick and I know that even though she pretends that it isn't affecting her, it really is. Once I got to school early because Lily was ill and Annie was sat at the bench by herself. I talked to her but I could tell she had been crying because her eyes were all red and her face was a bit puffy if you get what I mean. I hope that one day she gets to go to Korea because that's her dream.

My best friend is Emma. We weren't that close until I kind of... had a breakdown on the way home from school...*cough*.

We were walking home from school and she was angry because she didn't want to go to her cousins house. She said that it wasn't fair and didn't understand how I was "so happy all the time" and I kind of just broke. I don't really understand why, I think it was just because I had been frustrated all day because my unlucky last name that sounds like something and I constantly get called names for it but I don't really care anymore because at least I won't work at McDonald's (hopefully). Anyway I told her that I wasn't really that happy. She asked me why and I just told her everything. I told her all the stupid stuff and I started to cry and she started to cry because she is depressed even though she won't admit it and it was all a mess.

But I'm actually glad I told her because she is so kind and accepting and we are each others therapists because I tried going to one but I'm socially awkward (didn't pick this name for no reason) and couldn't talk to adults, they asked me if I would feel more comfortable talking to a woman but it is just talking to adults and strangers.

I drew a picture of us all together (I used a base though don't give me credit for the poses) try to guess who is who if you want. (Note to self: put the picture in this chapter, I swear to god you better remember)

I remembered... a day later.

Thanks for reading this. I feel a bit better now!