I have depression. After hearing this, my dad thought I was pretentious, so he turned around and bought an Apple 15 for my brother. He said that since he was as old as me, he would have gone out to work a long time ago. How lucky I am to be able to study in a technical secondary school. He told me to look for problems within myself. Later, he took my brother on a trip and locked me at home. As soon as I got home, I saw my rotting and smelly body. He held my body and howled. Dad, why are you sad? If I die, you won't have to support me in school.
