Barbie, Furrie, Princess, Ballerina. Those are all names I have been called in the past 30 min. Then I have to sit there while my best friend rant about her depression. I HAVE DEPRESSION AND ADHD! I am so fucking sick of her rambling on about how I make her feel. And then there's my other friend always on her side. All through 7th period was  blah blah blah depression, everyone hates me. She is trying to get attention. And im supposed to just shove my feelings away and care for her. Im NOT HER THERAPIST. BTW she needs to get one. But i do it anyway. and shes all, Im not depressed stop stop. Im so freaking sick of it. Then i get home and my mom is like how was your day. 

                          Bye, And be happy