This is me.

This is all me,

this is my heart,

being spilled out,

my thoughts inked on a page,

this is me.

I feel that i dont have any in real life friends that i can tell my problems to. When something happens, i have nobody to run to. Nobody to cry on, nothing. I have best friends, but i dont think any of them would care if i tell them stuff. Few people know my deep dark secrets, not even all my best friends know. A little off topic, i shouldn't be writing in this, i have work to do, but i want things off of my chest. 

So today started off bad as i said before, but it progressed as the day went on. The highlight was probably lunch, because we conversed about inside jokes, and things like that. Also, playing cards with Colleen and Ed was fun. 

Tonight i showed my mom the intro video for To Write Love on Her Arms. She really seemed to like the cause i was supporting. If only she knew why I support it, and that i battle depression, she would think i was crazy or something. I'd never tell her, not even my other reasons why i like it. I guess i really like it because it shows that we are not alone, and everyone goes through things. One thing that made me mad is that my mom was like "So it's not supporting to keep cutting, it's showing to love, and not to do that and stuff, right?" and I was like "Yes." and she's like "And it isnt like supporting nasty gay rights and stuff right?"and i said "No, it doesnt". She then walked away. I was so mad. I feel there is nothing wrong with gay people, or bi people, or lesbian people. I think love sees no gender. If i told my mom that though, she'd think i was some psycho and disown me. 

I've lost my will to write now, haha.

I'm getting so distracted.

I'll write more when i feel the need to.