I got threapy, meds, and the whole nine yards. Once again, it doesn't help my depression or anxiety. My family has besically given up on me. If I say anything, all they say is 'maybe we should call someone to come take you to a place where they can help you' meaning, once of those messed up mental places. I refuse to go. I'm 18, therefore an adult so it's not like they can force me. My mom and little sister keep telling me I need to get a job and move out, like they dont want me around. I havent finished high school yet. I have no social skills, for I have kept myself sheltered since I was fifteen. I have no friends except for a couple, but I don't feel like they can understand what's going on. People are tired of me. My mom and sister are tired of me just wasting up space with my fatass. I'm so close to my breaking point, and i'm almost excited to just end it all. I'm venting right now, but damn these thoughts are becoming oh so tempting. I'm not going to call a suicide line, i'm not gonna talk to any more therapists. I'm just so done. All that people do in this world is work there whole lifes. Where's any fun or peace in that. Being stressed all the time, living with messed economy. There is absolutly no solace in this world. There's no such thing as love, it ALWAYS ends in heartache. It may seem like i'm just being negative, but it's true. Nothing can change my mind on that. I'm so close...