My depression started at a young age.
I was losing loved ones, being tormented and teased at home and at school.
I’m always understanding that u know why I sit in a corner by myself or don’t talk to anybody.
It’s because throughout my years of growing up I was teased so much that i decided to keep to myself.
And that is what caused my depression.
It is what caused the scars on my arm.
The reason i am who i am.
As i have gotten older the teasing and tormenting has gotten worse.
Ive always had my older sister there to protect me.
But when i go to defend myself I am made out to be a bad person.
Why do people do this to me?
I did nothing to them but yet i have always suffered from the teasing and torture.
Don't they realize how bad it hurts?
No they don't because they haven't been through it.
i would love to see them go through a day in my shoes and see how they like it.