Yeah.. Anyone who has gone through it knows what I mean. The worst part is, I can't talk to anyone that I know and care about, as that has already burned me once. So I keep it to myself. I know it isn't healthy but... In my mind its better than losing someone I care about again. I've gone to a psychiatrist, even took the fucking medications. Didn't help. In fact, I felt like I was turning my back on one of my beliefs, which was that people didn't really need those medications, that they were only to make people think they were getting better. Which made me worse. So I started doing drugs again, because it used to make me not depressed. (Not better per se, just not depressed. There is a difference.) But I don't want to be addicted to them, so I don't use them often. Half my life has become sitting in front of a fuckin computer trying to decide the best way to just get the fuck away from everyone I know. I've called suicide numbers in the past, but it only made things worse when they called back and my father answered the phone. (Made for a LOVELY day I'll tell you.) I don't even know what it is that depresses me. I'll be fine. Fuck, earlier today I was about to have sex, and I just got depressed for no reason. (Which made thingsreally awkward, as she is a good friend of mine.) I used to find that talking helped, but as someone I cared about couldn't handle it anymore, so she told me never to talk to her again (Girl I was supposed to marry.), I don't particularly want to talk to my close friends about it anymore. So now I am reduced to just ranting on a website. I'm fuckin pathetic.