I hate to admit it, even to myself, but one of my biggest fears is being around depressed people. I have too easy a time being empathetic. . . And the more empathetic I am, the easier I am pulled into the sticky web of depression.

Especially around this time of year. I dont think there’s been a year gone past that I haven’t contemplated or even attempted ending my life around this time of year. Spring time, the time for life. Time for death.

I don’t know what it is about spring that makes me go so crazy during this time of year. I think it has something to do with the fact that my mom and dad officially split up for the last time in April.

And then when I ran away in eighth grade. That was in April. I remember lying under that tree on the grass. The bottle of medication in my hand. All of it ingested. Sometimes, looking back, I wonder where my soul would be now if I had succeeded. Where would my parents be. How would I have affected the world?

Anyhow. Tangent. Haha. Yeah. Spring time. Depression. Sucks. Gotta get over it. Summer’s soon anyway.