Well I'm depressed.
I was having fun and dancing and then I felt a brick on my chest and now I'm just laying down now questioning my life.
I really wish I could hug the one person who I really need a hug from. And cuddle and have them tell me I'm gonna be okay.
But nope.
Nope.
I'm stuck in my room wishing I was already 18. So I could run away from this house, this city, this life, and into another one far away from here.
