I play games to deal with my depression and everything and use it as an escape. I've been sleeping and waking up late and playing video games everyday since I've moved back in with my brother and parents because I could no longer support myself. I know my dad thinks negatively of me and I don't exactly have the greatest relationship with him. He hates that I play games everyday and thinks I'm a complete utter disappointment and compares me to other model children. He talks down to me and we argue nearly everyday because I'm always on my computer playing games. Just now he told me that I wake up late everyday and play games all night long. He asked me, "Do you not even have a dream?" His words keep replaying back in my mind right now. It's making me feel worse and worse and even more worse about myself. I feel like I have a knot in my chest now and I become very fidgety when I'm depressed and anxious in the moment. I think I might do something to myself. I feel like that I'm so close to the point that I might actually go through with it this time. If I don't, I don't think I can handle living here in my current conditions much longer. I at the least would rather walk out with only the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet and live on the streets until I no longer have a worry in this world.