Continuation

My situation hasn't changed. I'm still tired, still depressed, and still frustrated.

Dale's analysis today? I'm severely depressed. Apparently even Sheryl thought that. I didn't even know that, clinically, I qualify as being depressed. From Mom, I was under the impression that I'm just having biochemistry issues and that I'm an ungrateful bitch.

Also from Dale: I have no control over my life. I really don't need to be controlled to the extent that my mom tries to control me because I am not a bad kid. I've never gone out drinking, I'm still a virgin. I go over on texting charges and I plan to pay them off. Last I checked, the kids who need to be controlled are the kids who will go online and buy things with their parents credit cards without asking and go partying in college instead of studying.

Me? I'm killing myself trying to do school work and I haven't just hung out for fun, for the hell of it, in person, with people, no strings attached in over a month. I don't think that's an unreasonable guess, either. I know that for the past three weeks I have been either sick, busy, or working on school far too much to hang out with anybody, and that when I was sick three weeks ago, when Sarah had Joe, I hadn't seen or hung out with her for a couple of weeks. So I don't think this month is an over exaggeration. I'm not seeing people and I'm dying from loneliness. I love my e-friends, but it's not the same as physical, eye-to-eye contact.