We have our easy days in life, and we have our hard ones. I suffer from depression because I was either ignored, not noticed, the quiet one who didn't get a whole of attention. It's easy for me to jump to conclusions and be a drama queen. I don't know what I expect from friends or family except maybe a little bit of attention and understanding. Sure I like attention but I also like it when someone is proud of me. 

I always feel like put down a lot. It's not fun. I have my good days and bad.