I want to tell someone how I feel. I don’t have anyone to tell. I’m sure if I told my mom she’d try to get me help with some therapist but no one could ever understand how I feel. I’m the only one inside my own head. My mom would just say how many good things there are in life. But I don’t care about the few things when all the bad things just pile up. Every minor inconvenience feels like the end of the world. It’s getting hard to hide it. There are All these things that I don’t want to do. I just want to sleep and paint and hang out with my best friend, and not be constantly overwhelmed by the hardships of life. I’m only 13 and my life’s already feeling dreadful. And it only gets worse from here. I wish life wasn’t so long.