I thought things were getting better.
I thought I was happy.
I thought I was in a safe space.
I was wrong.
No one ever stops talking.
Everyone always has something to say, especially about me.
It doesn't matter where I go.
People are always talking, talking, talking.
And it's incredibly unfair.
I'm not sure what else to do.
I'm living in this personal hell,
One I can't escape.
When am I going to feel safe again?
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The Reoccurring Thoughts of a Depressed Teenager
SpiritualHi, my name is Caitlyn Shaffer. This is my journal. Inside it contains all of the emotions I've been experiencing lately. Some are good, some are bad. Yeah, mostly bad. Anyway, this is my story. This is for people who suffer from or have suffered fr...