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Well, my aunt moved all the way from Maine (where I live) to Florida last year. Now I know it probably seems like I'm making a bigger deal of this than I should, but... *sigh* arghh. It's kinda hard to explain; Angie (my aunt - no wait, scratch that - I call her my sister sometimes. ) got a divorce with her old husband and married pretty much the first person she could. Well that person lives in Florida. Which means, unfortunately, that Angie had to move to Florida with him. It just all happened so fast and so suddenly... The day she left was the worst day of my life. I remember her hanging out with us for a while, and then when it was time to leave, she hugged us all, said goodbye, and just left. She never cried a tear. She never said anything like "I'll miss you guys so much" or "I still love you even though I'm moving." After she left, I remember going to my room and sobbing. I felt like there was no one to turn to, no one who would understand my problems or feel the hurt and the pain that I had. Sometimes I felt like e-mailing her to tell her all the mean things I'd thought (and still think) about her new husband. I wanted to tell her that I was tired. Tired of being 'strong'. Tired of crying myself to sleep at night. Tired of feeling all the emotions that came over me. I just wanted her to come home. :(
Well I spared you the... details... of what happened, but that's basically my story. :) It's been a year and I'm still not completely over that; but I know I'll never be.
Anyways... does anyone else have anything to talk about besides how depressed I feel? ^_^

Hmmm... do you cook? ^__________^

Yeah, you're right, I have been under a massive amount of stress lately... And yeah, the eating problem is definitely getting better since my parents stepped in and I've been able to take some time to get my stress level down to a somewhat healthy level.

Well, the day I tell my mom that I heard voices and that living life seems to be much more difficult for me than it is for everyone else is the day that my freedom comes to a grinding halt. Also, my mom has done an awful lot of reading up on anti-depressants and pshycotropic medications and all the negative things that they do, and she believes that it would be better for me to cut my liver out than take any kind of drug, and I loath sitting there and talking about my problems to some dolt who views me as nothing more than their monthly paycheck... :^I Really, I see no options for me.

Dang, I see what you mean... :( That sucks...

Help. My intelligence is showing. I saw someone roughly the same age as me doing much simpler mathematics than what I manage easily in school and they were struggling.

It makes me really sad when stuff like that happens. Like going to the library and seeing a high-schooler struggling with their tutor on simple algebra.

I'm sorry, but I agree with your mom. Those drugs to more harm than help.

I second that. All I really want is a diagnosis so I don't have to keep guessing at what's normal and what's not anymore.

Today our pastor told us that she was being reappointed to another church. she's only been here for two years and we expected her to stay for a long time. I don't want to see another pastor that fits our church and youth group go. I don't want this to change. Again.

Yeah... our priest retired a year ago, I was so upset, but at least he visits sometimes.