I’m afraid if I’ll ever be able to ask these questions to anyone but myself. 

I'm depressed. I'm not sure.  I don't understand why my mom put me down that day and never picked me up again. I try to ask her but she might never be able to tell me the reason, I'm afraid she will just laugh it away. Sometimes I try to ask my dad, why he... Continue Reading →

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