Depression sucks.

Well, no problems with Mackenzie. (thank heaven.)

okay.

Mackenzie.

let me explain this chick to you.

she's a really awesome chick who goes to my school. she was just sorta there until my best friend from school Zoey introduced me to her. I always thought she was cool and looked up to her, but... the second she found about my depression she was ON ME. she always gave me lectures and stuff and tried to help and now she's cooled down a bit, but she's there for me, so she's kind of like my advisor that I go to on what to do. she still worries.

everyone worries.

I can't help that I guess. even though I wish I could just get them to chill out. I mean, it's not their problem whether I live or die, am sad or happy, right? but still, they worry. to the extreme.

eh.

I guess I'll never know what goes through their heads-- not fully, at least.

especially Mackenzie's, and Cody's, and Zoey's. (Cody is my best guy friend.)

oh, dear.

depression sucks.