Hi, my name's Rachel. I eat when I'm bored all the time. I eat so much junk food that I start to think of myself as fat. I play sports but, I haven't been recently, which makes me feel even worse. People ask me how I am & I say "I'm fine." I'm nowhere close. Ever. But, nobody knows that. I'm there for everyone but, no one's ever there for me. I'll give you advice if you need it but, you know nothing about me. You don't know that I cry myself to sleep every night. You don't know that I'm so insecure about myself that, I'm afraid to go to school everyday in fear that someone may say something. People say they understand what I'm going through but, they don't. No one ever will. I lost a lot of important people in my life this year. Specifically one. He was my life. He was my everything. My day would just brighten up when I talked to him. I let him go. We got in a fight. He said sorry, I forgave him. Now, I'm so depressed I can barely keep my eyes dry while typing this but, I'm staying strong. Everyday I smile. My smile is fake. Behind that smile I just want to break down but, I save that for each night. I couldn't cry in school. While I'm with my friends, I laugh & smile & have a goodtime but, then, underneath it once again, I want to just cry. I have no one to talk to. When I do, they suggest things that I can't do. I just don't understand why everything happened the way it did. I'm confused. I'm depressed. I want to do so many things but, I can't. I won't. I'm smarter than that to harm myself. I know this paragraph was long and you really didn't have to read it but, if you did, thanks. I just needed to send it to someone & I knew that I could probably count on anyone in this group to keep a secret. Even though this was a long paragraph, this is nothing about me. At all. There's much more. I have a story that I'm not going to tell. It will be too painful to tell. Thanks again. Bye.