It suck being depressed at 18, not cause of the parties I don’t go or the friends I don’t have, but because I can’t even look at myself at the mirror, because I’ll see a person made a mess, there’s nothing I wish more every night that being able to get up or my bed and taking care of myself, looking pretty again, and not going out of my bedroom wondering if my dad is drunk again, if he’s going to try to hit mom again, or try to hurt me this time, I want to be able to use my makeup again, to clean my hair and even make my piggy tails like I used to not so long ago, I want to let my body know I’m sorry that it’s my fault that it is in that state and that I’ll never hurt it like that again, I want the spots of my hair I ripped of to grow again and I want to smell like vanilla every day again, I just want to be myself but once more, even if it’s for one last day.