So, you remember that studio I made? The one about depression? And how EVERYONE was telling me to tell my parents? Well, I did it. I told my parents. I told my mom to look at a thing I made on Google Docs, while I was in the shower. This is what it said. "Picture a devil. Now, this devil is living inside my head. In its room, there is a trash can labeled: HATE WORDS. Now, when I am happy, I sneak into his room and throw away all of those words. But, when I am scolded, or when I think about that little devil, it will wake up, take that trash can, and dump it into the abyss of my thoughts. This is when I ask, “What is wrong with me?” Now, I know that you can’t do anything to fix this, but just know that I have told you.
That is what it said. She went to the pharmacy after that, and then she came back and asked if it was for school. I said no. Then she comforted me and said she would help. So that went well. I got ALL of my courage to do that. If I didn't, I wouldn't have told ANYONE about that. I'm glad I did. My sister also helped me TONS. Shout out to my sister, Maddie. She doesn't have Scratch, but I just really appreciate her. X3