I used to be depressed while in grade 8. It was stupid kiddy stuff that really got to me, but luckily I was never really serious about taking my own life. I thought about it, but I knew I wouldn't.

I really got depressed because I had been ditched by one of my best friends (or so I thought) and she was talking bad about me to her new friends. Also I felt like my other friends hated me. I wasn't doing well in school, a guy liked me and I acted like a complete idiot to him when he was really a nice guy and I was going through that period where you think you are the ugliest, fattest person on Earth. One night I just broke down crying. Luckily my sister and parents talked to me and since then I have been okay. Especially now I have Mickey and 3 amazing best friends to turn to and I know I always have my family and you guys.