Little over 2 years ago, when I was either 11 or 12 (can't remember), my father commited suicide a day after Christmas. He had been suffering through severe depression his entire life, and never really laughed when he was around. Yet, when I was 10, he came down with Hepatitis, and was never same after that. We made 6 major moves in my life, just for random reasons that had to do with my father.

My mom put up with a lot, and then things got worse when they seperated for a year, and then got back together. So, what I'm worried about, is that I'll get just as depressed as my dad one day, and end up doing what he did. I don't want to, but I keep getting majorly sad.

I never want to do anything in the real world. Slowly, right after his death (and it's becoming more apparent now), that I becamse more of a hermit. I don't hang out with friends, and, in turn, don't have many friends. My personaility has changed without me knowing, but it's become so bad it's noticable. I snap at people, and get myself in trouble at school for mouthing off at teachers and my peers who make fun of me, for whatever reason.

There's more stuff, but no one wants to hear my life story, so, yeah. I'm just worried one day I'll get in that black hole that he got in. I don't want to, but I see it becoming more and more true.