It's half past 3.Outside the sky is pitch black.The whole town is sleeping and i'm awake again.One more night.I feel like i'm gonna break down but i still can't sleep.So i came here to write this.
Today,my doctor said i have depressive mood disorder.I told him one more time about my head and he told me that my mind is putting thoughts over thoughts,so when i forget something bad,something else comes.I'm starting to think that i won't be able to feel anything again.That i will be passed away from the world.I can't rely to myself anymore and so others can't rely on me.I have lost hope once more.For one more fu**ing time.I'm starting to feel crazy.Again.

I'm afraid...So afraid...And i don't have anyone beside me,by my side,no one,just me.I'm starting to wonder what will happen next.What will happen in some years.What will i become when i grow up?My hours are slipping away with every passing moment.I wish life was different and i would have been someone else.But this can't be done and i feel like i have reached the end.

I apologise for anything wrong in my life,toeveryone that i have disapointed and i wish them to have a good time without me...

P.S:I wish to everyone that read this to get better because i won't.I've lost any will that i had to continue.If i have to live like this,i better die.And the worst is that i'm only fifteen years old,i'm still young,but the flame in my hand has vanished and i believe that it won't light up again.These are the only words i can write now and i wish you,from the remnants of my heart,to those of you that can still feel,to treasure each moment of their lives.

Rebel.