why I'm even here at 15 years old, on the verge of being 16. I don't even know if I'm allowed.
I have the mind of someone over 20. Age is more discriminated these days than race, religion, or anything else. If someone is young, they're automatically assumed stupid, or unwise, or incapable of doing anything. Just being a "kid".
I've had to deal with more than a normal teenager should in the past 4 or 5 years. Way too much. I don't know if I should talk about it. I want to. but no one really cares to hear my long stories.
But lately, all I can do, is think about leaving my house, or doing drugs, which I'm not even into drugs. But I think about it for some reason.
The only time I'm happy is when I'm at my boyfriends house. His house is lively and we always have huge get-togethers there. My house is a negative environment, my family is always angry and they argue a lot. I stay out of it and stay in my room.
My friends are pulling away from me. I haven't really had an interest in talking to them but when I do, they're gone. The only person I really have left is my boyfriend. They disappeared. I'm an artist, and I haven't even been interested in that anymore. I just sleep, and cry, and eat. I'm wondering if I'm clinically depressed, because I haven't felt this sad ever, especially when my last day of 10th grade is tomorrow and I should be excited.
What should I do..?