God- I might be depressed because I got a 40/50 on some questionnaire my psychiatrist gave me. Everyday I feel empty or just not happy. The worst part is that I can’t tell anyone because of some weird fucking habit where I feel bad for talking to somebody. It’s hard to tell my friends about my problems and struggles. I just wanna be happy, not sit on the bleachers and watch everyone be normal or even just happy. Worst part is that I already have really bad negative thoughts about myself and it gets worse and worse everyday. My mom? She knows I feel like this and doesn’t do anything. My dad is barely there, always sleeping or working. I’m just trying to hang on in life and not do anything I’ll regret.