They found out, and I'm starting to freak out. All I can think about is all of them asking me questions, judging, looking to find out what's wrong. Telling me I need rehab, or something. They found one of my many diary entries at my godparent's house. I can't clearly remember what I had written, but I know it was about how I miss being younger, my depression over the years, and how things would be better if I was gone. I thought I brought that notebook with me back home and had it closed, but apparently I didn't. They found it, and opened it. They know almost everything, and I can't play it off as a joke, or some story I'm writ ting. They're concerned, and who can blame them. If I read some of the things I wrote I would be worried too. I can no longer hide this monster in the closet and it scares me that it's now released into the world. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do. It's spreading like a virus, and I can't run away or bottle it in. I don't know how my family will react, because I know they're gonna find out soon. Then even more things will change. Have I always secretly wanted them or anyone to know? Has this been my cry for help, that I've been waiting for? I don't know what's gonna happen next, and that's probably what scares me the most.
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