There are some things that I wish I could tell you, but as my teacher, I don't really want to tell you.

I wish I could tell you about my depression.

That your class holds no interest to me on the days where depression crouches in my head, ready to pounce on any hope found there.

I wish I could tell you that sometimes, when I am surounded by people, I feel alone. That when I am with friends, I feel alone. That when I am with the whole school at one time, I feel alone.

I wish I could tell you about how half of the time, I don't want to be here becuase I would rather be at home, crying for no reason, and that the other half I want to be in class, but I can't focus. Depression won't let me.

I wish I could tell you what it feels like to turely be depressed, because I know you won't understand.

I wish I could tell you that I am scared that one day, my depression will be all that I think about, and worry about. That it will be something that messes with my life.

I wish I could tell you...

This is the shit. The shit I wish I could tell you. But I won't, becuase I don't even know if you will care.