Today I called my parents on the phone. I meant to tell them that I was starting to see a counselor at school for depression, but every time the opportunity came up, I didn't say anything. I have mixed feelings about talking about depression, because on one hand it's not really anyone else's business, but on the other hand I'd kind of like people to know that I'm not just isolating myself because I hate them. I wish I could just know that people would understand.

My parents might not exactly understand, but they wouldn't look down on me (I think) for being depressed or for getting help. But I keep lying about how I'm doing. I feel dishonest. And another thing is that if I go on medication, I'll have to tell them, because I'm on their insurance. I'd rather not have that be the first time they hear what's going on.

I'm just really frustrated with myself.