"Conversations With My 13 Year Old Self" by pink.

I was depressed when I was thirteen. At the time I hated myself for feeling sorry for myself. My friends bullied me. The boy I liked told me I was fat, ugly and annoying. My mother always seemed to love my brother and sister more than me.Or that she didn’t love me at all. I felt as though I was trapped. My ears stuck out and people would always cheek me as if I was a freak. I hated my appearance and lost my self-esteem. I’d cry and feel so guilty that I was being so pathetic. Boys used to think of me as a joke. My mom used to call me fat. My sister and brother never let it die how fat my legs were and my stomach and how ugly and horrible I was. I was known as one of those people who was always happy and nothing got them down. So I had to live up to this, I had to hide all my feelings which would spill out everytime I was alone.Holding the feelings in always made them amplify. I honestly felt that if I died - no one would care. No one told me how nice I was, how pretty, how clever. I just felt a failure. I was pretty clever - the cleverest out of my siblings but my mother compared me to my brother and acted as though I was still stupid. She picked up on every bad quality and never rewarded the good. Now I still look back and think my life wasn’t even that bad. But you can’t help it if your sad.