I can feel the hate in the pit of my stomach, and there is not one part of me that wants to get out of bed this morning. This may sound like I am complaining about a Monday morning, but really, I am talking about waking up with depression. Getting out of bed is more of a task for me than ever this morning and I know that my day will only get worse. But will it? The mindset of a teenager with depression is awfully negative and you never know where your emotions will end up. Some days, I feel like Rose on the Titanic-standing on the bow of the ship with no worry in the world. But other days, like most days, I feel sad and upset about nothing in particular, looking for reasons to put myself in a worse mood than I already am.
I remember
I remember