Seriously, it has been more than three years and still nothing has changed. I've asked for help from my father, but he always says "what does a teenager have to be depressed about?!" Then that is the end of our conversation. Most of the people who are depressed are Teenagers.

I have many things ****ered up about me. I tend to keep them inside, so lets just do that for this post.

...... Anyways,

The only thing really keeping me alive is my best friend, because she is suicidal and I've been trying my damn best to make her happy (which I have), and she seemed almost happy and excited to be alive, but I moved in March and I know she is getting worse, but she's holding up. I'll be back there, home, in August.

This really has no meaning to it I guess. Just needed to summerize my story to someone.