I met Joey Graceffa yesterday and I was sobbing so hard that one of the police ladies asked if I was gonna pass out.
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I was sat across Scott at the table as we did our homework, and my Other Friend paced back and fourth although Scott didn't see him.

"So, how's your day been?" Scott asked as he opened up his water bottle. I was about to answer until My Friend answered for me. "Fine." My Friend said although there was so much i wanted to tell Scott about, I guess ill just settle with 'Fine.'

"Thats good..." Scott replied after taking a gulp of his water. Scott began writing down notes from his history book, although I just stared at my pencil.

My Friend smiled.

"Hey, who cares? Homework is too hard, don't do it. That pencil weighs one hundred pounds...you'll never be able to lift it." I ignored My Friend and grabbed the pencil, prepared to write notes. But My Friend stopped me.

"Youre too tired for that. Don't do it." My Friend said. I Disagreed, I was in fact too awake ifyou ask me.

I put the pencil down and sighed, which caught Scott's attention. His smile faded.

"Mitchy? You alright?" He asked. I wanted to pour out all of my feelings and problems onto my best friend, I wanted him to hold and comfort me until my worries left me, but instead, My Friend answered for me.

"I'm okay. I'm just a little tired." Scott bought it and continued on. I looked over at My Friend. "I'm not that tired, though." I told My Friend. But he shook his head.

"No, you are. You're exhausted." He insisted, I nodded in understanding. "Should I just go home and sleep then?"

My Friend became ecstatic and clapped his hands. "Yes! Yes, go to bed. You're just so tired. Tell Scott 'goodbye' and go to bed and sleep for hours. Just don't wake up, okay?!" He said happily. I nodded.

"Hey, Scott?" He looked up at me "I'm gonna head home, okay? I'm sleepy." Scott furrowed his clear eyebrows.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" I opened my mouth, but My Friend answered.

"Everything is okay. No worries." Scott nodded hesitantly and I grabbed my bag, following My Friend out the door.

Once arrived home, My Friend told me I shouldn't talk to my family, so I went straight to bed.

Once I laid down, My Friend put water in my eyes, every time i blinked a drop would fall out. "Yes, just cry. Always just cry. Don't tell anybody, okay?" My Friend soothed.

I hated him, but I could never talk back. "Okay." I murmured, closing my eyes. "Goodnight, Mitch. Ill stay here until you wake up...and after. Perhaps I should just move in with you?"

He offered. I didn't have a choice, I never had a choice.

"Yes, Depression. You can stay."

Depression nodded and laid down next to me "I know. I already had plans to."

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