Um, well I feel really awkward discussing this with people I hardly know, but, I don't want to worry any of my friends or family. I know it's Christmas time, and everyone is happy and joyful and everything, but if you had time to kind of help me out, it would mean the world, especially if Shannen gave me some advice. Well, just a little background on me, I have depression and am on medication, I have never been popular and have pretty low self-esteem. My parents are divorced, and I hardly ever see my dad, and besides that, I'm almost always alone. Well anyway, I told my mom that I liked Shannen a lot about a year and a half ago. I have always stood by Shannen, telling my mom how kind Shan is and how important she is to me. my best friend might get taken out of her house because her dad beat her. I know that this is what is best for her, but I still feel like all of my friends abandon me. My friend Sarah moved about two miles away, and she never talks to me anymore because she's too busy with her "new life". I don't know why I bother sometimes. I try to be the neutral side, the bigger person, everything! But it never seems that I do any good. My friends all ignore me until they get hurt, then they tell me how much they wish they would have listened to me. But they always go and do the same things over and over. My whole life is crashing down, and I don't know what to do. I don't see why I should go on living, and I doubt that I could count the number of times I've stood on that ledge, looking down so longingly at the freezing water below. It looks so comforting and I just wish I could escape from it all, escape from life. I can't do that either, I feel like I would be hurting so many people, and letting down my friends, my family, Shan, just so many people. But when is it my turn to be the comforted, not the comforter. I am always the one people come to with problems, and my friends are always having problems, so I feel like I'm being selfish if I try to talk to them about it. I don't really know what to do anymore. Anyway, I doubt that many of you would even notice if I were gone, or care for that matter, but I was hoping, that somewhere, one of my families would help me, and finally give me the chance to cry and be weak, not constantly strong. I'm sick of being the rock, and I wish to myself I was six-feet under.
Depressed,
Jill