"I'm 15 years old I don't deserve this" . This sentence repeats it self through my head a million times a day. I'm a sick kid and sometimes it is really hard to except. Twenty-four hours a day seven days a week I feel like I'm dying. Most of the time i could push through the pain but sometimes it just gets to me. I often wonder if its more than just an illness in my chest but also in my brain. I can't explain it but i always feel alone. I have everything i could ever ask for family, friends, a boyfriend, I truly have it all but my brain can't come to a happy place.... ever. I spend nights curled up in my blanket watching my tears hit the bed. How could someone with such a perfect life not wanna leave their room? It's  easy for me. My head is in such  a dark place that sometimes i'm even scared.  Being sick honestly sucks but what it does to you is the worse part. I can handle the pain but i can't handle the dark thoughts.