is not afraid of jokes, just a few days ago, I am still a patient, a depressed, tired, neurasthenic patient. Do you know what depression is? I think I should know more or less. Yes, that kind of person who doesn’t feel like living and want to kill himself.
I’m nervous, I’m scared, I hate it, I hate the teacher, I hate school. In March 11th, I came back from school because I couldn’t stay at school. My parents took me to see a doctor. In fact, I knew that no matter how many pills were taken, I was sick because of my heart. After five days at home, I went back to school, but only stayed at school for a day and I went home again. Back home, in the face of relatives and friends inquiry and regret, let me more confused and lost. That day I was jittery, all night without sleep, or take a nap woke up, and then the restless night.