Am I interesting?

Someone told me my thoughts was interesting to read. That someone was my english teacher. Because she gave us some test - some grammartest. And she told us to make sure, that when we were finished we would just write something. Something like this - like, when I write my blog. And that day, my mind fled somewhere else. Debbie came back, Ana at by my side and Misty hugged me. I was surrounded by the wrong "friends". You know. So I just wrote it. Wrote that I sucked, wrote that my mind was off somewhere else. Told about my depressive thoughts, wrote about Ana and Aya. About everything and it was really depressive - really. But on top of that, it wasn't showing me being as depressed as I usually is. But she said that it was good - really good. And that it was INTERESTING TO READ! But no, it wasn't! After I delivered the test back I was nervous someone would hunt me down. Somebody would beg me to tell how I felt - but she hasn't been here. I really have thought of asking for a psychiatrist, but oh, it's so fucking frightening. I'm better off without saying a single word. I wonder what she'll say when she read my next paper. Cuz it's even more depressing and it's showing my cutting. Well - if she can guess it's me. She doesn't have to be sure. But... I kinda find it easy to figure out. I'm calling silently for help. It sucks!

Go die Yuki, go die. Everybody´s better off without you.