Fiction

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Fiction

I talked to Antichrist Angel about my depression, and I felt better after that. Then she told me I should really talk to a doctor about this shit....
I... can't. There's a part of me that says that they wouldn't get it. And I don't want to see the world through a hazy lens of drugs. They would only surpress the problem, not fix it. And to top it off, I can't get my mom to take me. I've tried telling her that I'm depressed and she flipped a shit, asking me what I haf to be depressed about and just... She also thought that I was lying. I never brought it up after that.
So Antichrist Angel told me this morning about a councellor that's at our high school... easy help, easy to get to and talk to... I see her tomorrow. I don't know what to feel... I'm scared. Wish me luck?

-Chemical_Insanity