My life is a mess, I’m fourteen years old, I’m really depressed, and I love my family, but I just can’t make myself say the words to them. I can’t say I love you to my sister for some reason. I really want to tell her how amazing she is, that she looks very pretty today, that I want her to have the best life possible. If she’s happy I’m happy.

I’m not doing very good in school either. I hate my teachers, I don’t do my homework I get bad grades, I feel like I’m just trouble for my family, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. My life is a lot easier that other people’s life’s.