I'm a freshman in high school. And I hate it. You know why? Because school is too hard because I'm in these extra hard honor classes. I don't have friends. I can't MAKE friends. I can't even talk to my parents about it because I don't feel like I'm in good terms with them. Yes, I know it's the classic teenager with depression problem, but you gotta hear me out. Everyday I wake up in the morning dreading how the day goes. Everyday my body aches for comfort, energy, and liveliness, which I don't have! I just want to feel okay in the world and not be sad and mopey. And...it's either that or suicide. Which will help me discover what really happens to us after we die. Well, maybe that's better than living right now.