I have too much stress and on top of that bad memories of my old school keep on coming back there weren't many good ones, and I deal with depression, I hate it, I hate my life I just wanna die sometimes- I fail at getting my school work in, writing new chapters, showing my emotions in relationships, and standing up for myself, the only reason I don't tell other people about my problems is because I'm afraid of what they would think, what they would, what they would do, say like telling my parents I'm lesbian and telling teachers and my parents the truth of why I'm crying of what happened instead of the truth I say that something is in my eye or it's just an emotional part of a book or show I'm watching, I can't even tell if I'm happy anymore, but I'm not giving up I haven't started cutting myself or writing terrible things about myself and reading it. I don't know if I want to join my cuz in the sky ^ his tree planting- to represent his life^ I live for others. My dad always said I was a fighter I guess he was right.