Maybe i can't reach the Prozac tablets anymore. No, i will not reach for the razor blade, i don't want to kill myself. Give me 2 different pairs of barber's shears, i'll cut my hair short instead. Silence embraces me, the bad news, i'm depressed.
It all started on an unexpected argument between me & the person i hated the most, which turned out to be, my mom. My dad told me to say sorry but i said i don't want to. Now my mom is threatening me, now i become depressed. I just want to do something bad, suicide won't count. But not eating? Oh no, i might end up in fainting. I was trying to ask myself, will i say sorry to my dear mom? Or will this war continue? Let me think about that since my conscience kept telling me to say sorry to my mom. Will i follow the only rule my dad & my little sister kept telling me to do but i don't want to do because it hurts a lot? Ok, dad, you told me that when i say sorry to mom, it was worth it like when i got the Overdrive Tracker. I'm going to wait for Christmas for that. But somehow, if you pushed me to say sorry to mom, i think i would want to. But let me wait for my dad to come home.
For now, let me ask you guys a question, what will be the perfect anti-depressant of mine? Please help me.
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