Explore #depressed

     You sighed for the… you couldn’t even think of a number high enough. Sniffling, you rolled over on your bed for the whoknowshowmany time, clutching a pillow to your chest. Your tired, red, (e/c) eyes stared bleakly at the wall in front of them, having run out of tears long before. Your thoughts wandered back to the reason why you were in this horrible seemingly never ending mess.
     It all started with your lovesick depression. Yes, you were lovesick. You never had someone to cuddle with, someone to talk with, and someone to hold hands with, nope. The only person that you wanted to do those things with didn’t think of you that way.
     And his name is Arthur Kirkland.
     You and Arthur have been best friends since freshman year, and now you were both juniors. Or soon to be, anyways; it was summer at the moment.
     Back to the reason why you are lying in bed

~Your POV~
 Beep, beep, beep, beep!
 You groaned as you turned and shut off your alarm. As you did, you realized the long, perfect cuts on your arm. Shocked, you immediately shot upwards. That’s when you remembered.
 “You’re useless. You are just a burden to me. Trash. I only went out with you because I felt sorry for you. Now, get off my doorstep before I have to make you, you sorry woman.”
 Your ex-boyfriends words rung in your ear. He had said those words to you a week ago, and finally, fed up with stabbing only a pillow every night, you advanced to your arms.
 You sighed. “I should probably put some bandages on, or else Ludwig, Feli and (Femalebestfriend) will get worried…” You thought. They were already worried enough as it was, seeing you push people away, not wanting to get close to someone ever again.
 Taking a deep breath, you got up, got dressed, bandaged your arm, decided to skip breakfast, brushed your teeth, p