Um... Hi.

I haven't really done this before. Ever. But I figured I'd give it a try.

My name is actually Fallon, but my friends have taken to calling me Fallen instead. I guess I prefer to go by that now. It references my slight obsession with biblical stories. I'm fifteen years old. I write dozens of novellas, sometimes novels.

I've also been depressed since I was ten.

Of course, I didn't know what it was back then. I figured I was just tired. And yes, I was, but no exactly physically, more like... Emotionally. Mentally. I matured much faster than everyone else in my class. When I was in grade five, I was already having serious conversations about the upcoming Canadian election with adults. That was why none of my friends liked me back then. No one really did.

Except, maybe Clara. My best friend, she's been around since kindergarten.

Even now that I have friends, I can't tell them anything. I've always been the one to help them, to put aside my judgements so I can try to be interested in what they like. But, for some reason, they don't act interested back. They don't even try. I comfort them when they're upset