I think i figured out the only way my parents really realize im depressed is by blasting evanescences out of my speakers. I guess it's something i've been doing since i was younger. But it seems like the only thing that will work. I tryed talking to my mom yesterday, andi was crying and she told me everyone has bad days and i need to get over it. But it's not just that even my teachers well ms. Grenonie and ms. Kissack, but it's not that hard. I bet if you looked into my eyes and you knew me you would understand that im breaking down again. Back down that spiral to the pit of nothing. Where i lay and wait for it all to be over. I just need someone to notice im not myself, i need someone to come talk to me hold me and just be there. I need my friends, i need my sister. I just need to get away. But here there's no where to go. i need to go to a fimliar area and sit in the woods and write