I'm just a kid that wanted three things in life.
1: Friends and family,
2: to be happy,
And 3: a relationship.
But no, I have none of that at the moment but worse. Depression and only one friend: Micheal Santiago. Now my parents want me to join a club called " Track and Field". I do not like physical activity which is most likely the reason why I have a very skinny frame. I don't know why my parents want me to join it. They said it was for the best of me. Is it 'cause I'm to skinny or need to get out more? I don't know. My parents gave me a paper that explains what it is and I'm currently reading i- oh. It's for kids with depression. That makes so much more sense.
Well, anyways, other than the club, my name is Jecy, sounds like Jessie.
Long story, short, I'm lonely, sad, depressed, and fighting against self-harm. AKA: my life. Not the best life but it's mine and I need to deal with it. I have few interests in life and never will I have more than what I have already.
After reading the informative paper, I kinda found interest in it. It said it's highly recommended but it's not therapy. I'm want to try it...
On Monday I start Track and Field.
I hope it helps.
I really hope it does.
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A/N:
Hey, Sam here.
Uhh... I got nothing to say so this isn't much of a authors note soooooooo see y'all in the first chapter
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Track and Field
Teen FictionA kid has to join a club that his parents decided was the best for him. The club is for kids that are depressed. To join you need to be actually depressed and no one knows what they do in the club.
