I have been dealing with major depression ever since my early childhood. I grew up with parents who shrugged off everything related to emotions. I was the golden child who never did anything wrong. As I kept on growing up, my depression got worse. I’ve had two attempts and they both have failed (lucky me.)
As I grew older I stopped caring. I went from being the “golden child” to being a 17 year old stoner covered in self inflicted scars. I’m 17 i’m not supposed to be feeling like this. Everybody around me feels like a stranger. I have never felt so lonely before. It feels like i’m already dead anyways. I am a walking ghost