Yo. You can call me ramen. Im 12 yrs old and I have depression. Because iM nOt LiKe OtHeR gIrLs. I know. I’m sooo special. My case is extremely rare, no other kid around my age has depression and anxiety and hates themselves and feels like they wanna kill themselves. I honestly don’t even know what the hell this is supposed to be about, but I’m still gonna write. OKAY! So I’m an American girl who lives with:

Nana(gramma and pronounced nah-nah) 👵 

Papa(grandpa and pronounced paw-paw) 👴 

Uncle(yes I just call him uncle) 👨 

Bubby(my little brother) 👦 

Hazel(my dog which is female and a multipoo) 🐶 

My father is currently in prison for life because he did I don’t know and I don’t care. My mom hates me. Yes, she honestly hates me and doesn’t care about me because I’m a, her words and also mine, “disappointment” and a “failure”. I have friends...for some reason. Let’s call them E K C and P because I don’t feel like coming up with fake names. Welp this is all I feel like doing so bye.