The Perks of Being A Wallflower

I wish all the bad things would go away. I wish I couldn't remember all those things like Charlie. Sometimes people say and laugh at people who are depressed and think that they are just making things up. They don't want to listen to people who are depressed because they think that the things they say are scary. They don't want to help. They "can't" help. I think they can, but they choose not to. They choose to be that person that ignores that reality can be harsh. You can't ignore reality forever; you have to grow up. You have to realize that I'm fragile. I act strong. I am strong, but I am also weak. I am not always perfect. I can't always constantly do what I did in the past 5 weeks. I've been really stressed. I don't understand how life can be so cruel to those that need it the most to be sunny and nice. I really need that. Luckily I am sane and I don't think about things....those things that end you. I may, but I'm sane enough to not do anything. But what if one day it's too much? Can I still be sane, but do those things that will lose me forever? I think so. I'm really exhausted, I'm tired that my teacher had to go through such events in life. I'm tired of my dad having to go through those things and my mom. I'm tired that I have to pick up the slack of others. I don't mind doing things and not having others notice what I do. That's totally fine, but I don't like it when people take the credit for what I do. I just want to live peacefully with my family.