I'm thirteen and I have been diagnosed
as clinically depressed. It's funny because I cut myslef,
but because of tiny things,
I can't break this huge cyle of what I think, and when I cut myself, I go into another world, it's not me,
I feel like people are talking about me behind my back, and these voices in my head
take over me, haunt me, say my name. I can hear kids always saying my name and it scares me. Imagine a wave washing over you, and then you can't break to the surface. That's how I feel, my instead of water, that wave is made of my sorrow.
But really, my question is, should I tell my boyfriend,
because he seems to be the only thing that makes me happy anymore.