I cried myself to sleep trying to figure out who I was and why I was so depressed.... I’m still so sad but I can’t express it in any.... I can’t cry and it makes me so angry not knowing why I’m so sad.... I want to have an amazing child hood but i can’t.... I’m growing up I a world where they care more about capitalism then my child hood I go into middle school next year and I’m so scared.... I don’t want to grow up but I have to..... I don’t expect to make it past 18.... I want to leave and make memories with my friends but I can’t cause I’m stuck in side all day.......