Still Jaded

Astrid's pov Depressed, miserable, lifeless, pessimistic, unnoticed, NUMB That's what I feel The world is full of painful shit And no one can bear the pain I am so fake.... I'm afraid Afraid of being real Afraid of being judged Afraid of telling my parent about my depression Afraid of being told that I just want attention My name is Astrid Louw I have depression......at least I think so I mean I took a depression test and I know all the symptoms fatigue, self blame and self harm, sleeping disorders, pessimism, uncontrollable emotions, anxiety etc. well congrats... you're the first to know about my condition...and probably the last Anyway welcome to still jaded... “Deliah!!" My mom calls me by my middle name as she snaps me out of my ridiculous thoughts of having a book written about me Sheesh who would write a book about me anyway...probably a psychopath I mentally slap myself thinking about it “Astrid Deliah Louw, get your ass over here!" she shouts again because I didn't answer her the first time oh well, better go downstairs before she gets multiple wrinkles because of me. I chuckled thinking about it I walk downstairs and there she is, a 34 year old woman with jet black hair, perfect but little body and dark chocolate brown eyes staring at me furiously. Now she's really mad. RIP Astrid Deliah Louw Born 2006-09-14 A secretive and annoying girl Not normal at all Cause of death: Her fiery and demonic mother May you find hell and burn until you skin peels off “Astrid, why didn't you answer me when I called you, I swear to god I'm going to sell you to someone else. Anyway go and buy me groceries, i urgently need them so here's a list of the yada yadas you have to buy for me." “cant say no to you mom." I say using my speciality, sarcasm as I leave.