This is a creepypasta I thought up when my depression is active, a lot of things cloud my mind and I feel alone a lot of times, sometimes I think I’m doing something wrong and it hits me hard because I’ve messed up a lot already in my past and I feel like if I make another bad mistake I just feel more and more worthless and such. Don’t worry it comes and goes, I just wish I didn’t have it though. If anyone wants to hear the creepypasta I could write it down and let you read it, though I’m not the best with writing stories I’ll do my best.