Yes, that's right I am depressed. And now I have snapped, turning me into a mentally unstable person. All this at the age of fourteen. It started in Grade Three, when i was frequently teased for my love of skateboarding, which I then quit due to a huge injury, and am trying to make my comeback. They thewn started on my love for soccer, which was my life at the time. then my grandfather died. By Grade Four, I went to the psychologist for analysis, and she told me I had anger problems. People kept going, and by the end of that year, I became depressed. This is now my sixth year in depression, and I hate every moment of it.

The trigger for this journal is the shit I have copped in the last day and a half: Four death threats, Four random SMS's saying that I am a gothic cunt, Twelve random people saying that I was gay and shit over MSN, and much anger is directed at me for every mistake I made in soccer, and never to anyone else when they make mistakes.

Now I really can't find much inspiration to bring my crappy photoshop skills to life, so if anyone could give me some comments and criticism, I would appreciate it.

And no, I am not emo. I am goth.

Cheers,
NT49