I appreciate the replies, but scumbag is just a place holder word because I cant think of a better one. I just hate knowing there are so many out there who had real traumas happen to them, and yet I get depressed enough to call my therapist in tears and schedule emergency sessions or take up my psych's time with calls during weak moments. I read the posts from some of the other users and I cant believe the stuff some of you go through and keep going. I read about money troubles, guess what my dad would bail me out if I ever had a money problem. I read about relationship issues, I dont have that to worry about. I read about physical illnesses from pain to cancer and notice ive never had a broken bone or surgery outside my wisdom teeth. And yet here I am, depressed and anxious due to chemicals. Pathetic. Im tired of trying to be happy, if im not happy that's that. Maybe the chemicals will get frisky tomorrow and stop my heart, im a slave to them anyway. The big question for tommorow is: Will i feel miserable after meeting my school advisor and being told I am graduating in August, or will i feel miserable after meeting my school advisor and being told I am NOT graduating in August. I can hardly wait to see what flavor of misery my chemicals have in store.