okay so yesterday I came across this site so I clicked on the link here. I checked it out. Hmm. Depression? Me. And my parents keep telling me I need to talk to someone and/or get crap out of my system. So that's what I'm doing. Here I am. Guess ill just introduce myself. My name's Kennedy. I'm 15 years young. If anyone wants to talk, I'm down. 🙂 If you asked my classmates how I act, they'd say I am kind of loud. I crack jokes. I laugh. I smile. All this doesn't mean I'm happy. I have a screwed up family and a screwed up past to go along with it. Therefore, I am a very screwed up Kennedy. Maybe ill spill my guts another time about everything that's happened. For now ill stick with hello. I used to write poetry. Always for my boyfriend. Tommy. He broke my heart and even to this day, I can't find it in me to write. He was my inspiration. I've moved on from him. But I hate him for taking away one of my passions. I have a boyfriend now. Let's hope he doesn't break me too. Cause then there goes my photography. His name is Marcco. He's not just my boyfriend. He's my best friend too. We'll be celebrating our one year together in May. He's the reason I'm here. I owe this man my life. On a “happier” subject, I actually run a couple blogs (if you could call them that). I have two tumblrs. Http://just-kennedy.tumblr.com is the one you guys would be interested in. For selfharmers, it is triggering, since I am one myself. Trying to recover. This blog could also trigger people with eating disorders. Again, part of my past. So, if you still feel like commenting and/or talking to me after all this, feel free. I'm here to listen. 🙂