I’ve just figured out why I’m down, but I don’t know whether to say anything. Theres been all sorts of reasons i've come up with; i'm depressed, it's because i've been bullied for so long, it's because i'm scared about college...
Firstly i don't know whether to say anything because every time I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with me another theory appears or holes appear meaning it can’t be right.
Secondly because I’m pretty much certain that if this is right, I doubt there’s anything that can be done.
I think that instead of being afraid of going to college or worrying that my Mum’s going to be pushing me, I think I am afraid of life, of normal, boring, harsh, everyday life.
Think like John in the new Sherlock; his hands shake and he limps when he’s doing normal things, but he’s fine when he’s in stressful conditions. I can’t help but think if I had some sort of unusual life I wouldn’t be down, I wouldn’t feel like I couldn’t handle everything.