I am worried about how fat and ugly I am

Worry

Embarrassing myself in front of the boy I like.

I’m afraid that I will be judged badly throughout my life because I don’t believe in god.

I am a weirdo

Will my mom freak if I tell her I’m bisexual

That I won’t recover

My grades aren’t good enough:( I’m afraid I won’t graduate

My sexuality is confusing me … I just want to figure it out already

my dad smokes. I’m worried that it is going to take his life

This past January I was told I was depressed, from a chemical imbalance in my brain. It didn’t start that way there is a whole story how it has gotten to this point. but I don’t know how to explain to make things sound simple, but the thing is depression is not simple and I can’t explain to others to make them understand. Some days are harder than others and I miss a lot of school sometimes and I don’t know what to tell my friends so I just say I’m sick, they think I fake because I come to school fine the next day. It’s hard hiding apart of you from the rest of the world.

I’m scared people are lying about me being a good singer

I worry that all my friends will stab my back one day for no reason and just leave me… Alone. And everyone will just forget about me.

i worry im not good enough

I wish these migraines would just leave me alone…

I’m worried my boyfriend is cheating , he’s messaged his ex and flirted a lot he says he loves me but I don’t know. Makes me feel terrible.i have friends that don’t help, always on drugs or whatever I always feel lonely and I’m just back in school. I don’t speak with my parents cry often no one knows the struggle. I hope things get better soon.

I worry that I won’t survive long enough to graduate.

I left school early for the past couple of days and people are saying that things about me. I hadn’t shared what was going on with anyone at school yet people are saying I’m “faking depression” . The only thing that was visible was me scratching myself out of stress. Not Huge scratches or anything just scratching in the same little spot, and a scab would be there. My hands just looked a little rough, it makes me worry what other things people say behind my back.

I’ve been feeling really down lately, and I’m worried Im gonna do something I’ll regret.

I have anxiety. I’m taking baby steps. I’m finally trying to order my own food at restaurants… :/