In times like this (peak depression time) I just wish my mom could read my mind. If only people could read minds. Time can't go by fast enough for me it seems. There is no going back once I tell someone, they will forever see me differently. Or I can just choose to hide and live like they want me to. I feel like something's gotta give, but I need to take things slow, and not let my emotions get the better of me. What is it that will make me happy? I don't know, but I have to tell.... someone soon... keeping this secret hidden from everyone makes me feel like I'm gonna explode soon (Not literally).