2 jobs, school, band. 16 years old.
I can handle it.
I can't handle people telling me I can't handle it.
I feel depressed because I feel blessed.
Someone gave me 60$ for school supplies because I haven't gotten paid, and I needed school stuff.
I don't want other people to need to help me.
I don't want my mom to try and be my mom.
She'll just stop being my mom again soon.
Blessed, and depressed.
"And I know that she'd understand how I'm both happy, and sad, and still wondering how that can be."
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower