I don't know if it's just me but, whenever I feel down I want to vanish. Sometimes I just can't take the people and stress of everyday life. Or when someones putting me down, I wonder why I even try. These moments are of course very rare, but I suspect that as a teenager they are normal? I mean that archetype of the depressed, I-hate-everyone teenager sometimes fits the bill. When I was in middle school I swore that I would never care about what others thought, or become self conscious, or be depressed about life. But here I am. While most of my peers want to become adults, I just want to be 10 again. I had fun in high school, but I had more fun being me in middle school. Sad, isn't it?
I wrote this poem during one of my random bouts of depression:
Morbi leo risus, porta ac consectetur ac, vestibulum at eros. Fusce dapibus, tellus ac cursus commodo, tortor mauris condimentum nibh, ut fermentum massa justo sit amet risus.