Today at school, people were teasing me about being emo. And I knew that I looked like one a lot. I had the haircut, the clothes, and a cut on my wrist. They said that my hair looked weird and then it somehow got into a conversation of them calling me emo and teasing me. I didn't take any action, I just sat there, without saying anything. Eventually they stopped and I went back to doing my work. On the inside I wanted to yell at them: "You have no idea how much it hurts when your depressed and have to fricking put on a corny smile everyday for the rest of your life when on the inside it hurts!!!!!!" And they will always have no idea. They will never understand the life you have to live when you have depression and are suicidal.