"When you wake up in the morning, convince yourself you've got a reason to get out of bed....well you aren't dead are you?"
I don't eat...I over sleep...I don't like talking to people. And no one has noticed. They just go on with their lives. "He must be happy because he turned 18 and graduated." They forget how much I had to do to graduate. 8 classes and one on Saturday that was four hours long. And I got to stand in front of 5000 people, swallow the social fear and take a piece of paper that would mean secondary school for me. They say I should be grateful. Grateful for what? I'm the one who got myself here. You didn't help. You didn't notice me slip into depression. You didn't even care when the school emailed you with the news that I had been about to kill myself and was marched to the nurse's office and put on suicide watch for three hours. None of you ever care. And turning 18? Doesn't do much but loosen the leash I'll always wear. I'll never get a break. It won't stop again. The world will keep spinning fast enough to make me sick. And there isn't, and never will be, a damn thing I can do about it.