Gothaholic30

You ask why am I depressed. Depresson does not need a reason. However, I have reasons. For exaple, those two boys, a month ago, with no names. Hit by a train, wich I was sitting on - both burried by now. Or that boy, years ago, hanging from a tree by my house one morning. He was my schoolmate. Or that girl, in the school's bathroom floor, bleeding. My friend. Or that girl, who wanated to jump in front of a car. My best friend. Or that boy, from the university, who jumped off the 10th floor of the dorm. Or the girl, no older than 10, set fire in her room - with a reason. My former dance partner. Or that boy... (can I speak? or is every word