Friends/family, technology, helping people, and writing they are the only things that keep me away from going insane, my depression, and the dark world I realize we live in. As a 13 year old, I've always been told every single day that every thing's not all roses and sunshine when you grow up; you think I don't know that. I've been forced to do things no one should have to endure: my mom's dead, and with that a little piece of me went with her. This is the first time since then that I've written down my feelings about this. I can't take much more before I explode. The only things that I can cling to for escape of these feelings are my friends /family, my technology, helping people, and writing. They are the only things that keep me, and today I think I have lost a friend.