Probably not what you’re looking for but for a while I was completely dead inside. I stopped joking around and stopped trying to make people laugh. A few bad things happened, my cat went missing and there was a bit of a break up in the family. I started to think that I wouldn’t mind dying. I wasn’t suicidal but I distinctly remember thinking it would be fine if I were to die. On some level I wanted to die. Thinking about it now it’s upsetting to think a kid thought that and I can’t believe I would ever think that. I really hope other kids don’t think this. I got better eventually and stopped thinking those thoughts. But I lost something with that phase. Bleurgh, sorry for the dark comment!