I know this is seriously cliché, but I miss the days of when life was simple. When colouring in books, and playing on the playground was the only thing that every really mattered. When you woke up in the morning actually excited for the day ahead. When you never really worried about anything. Before money mattered. Before school started stressed the living shit out of you. And before you even knew the meaning of the word depression.

Now everythings changed. Life’s different. People are different. Everything is just so complicated. Parents have split. People I never thought would leave are gone, and more are going.

Life is pretty shit by comparison to what it used to be. I guess it’s all just a part of growing up.

because right now, there is no heart here at all.

i don’t think my name is that all important. I have depression and i really just don’t give a shit.