God damn it! I hate people who but into my business when they're not wanted(Mrs.Davenport of who ever turned me in). And I'm never writing to one of my (I thought you were friends). Not talking about dying, my depression, or my eating habits. Fuck everyone. I was doing a bit better today but fuck that. I'm doing shity right now. Grrrr....-- Okay I'm calm now. It's just that I wrote about how I wanted to die but couldn't do it. And I didn't want to die by not eating. A thing from my past. Mrs. Davenport acted like since I don't go anywhere over the w/es and I'm the only child that's why I'm depressed. What the fuck does that have to do with anything. It's just stupid. She doesn't know me or anything about what I go through so who is she to judge or try to help me. I don't need her help and I don't want it. So ha. If I could survive this life I'm living for this long I think I can handle it. I don't ask for help b/c I know I can do everything by myself. Although I do talk to people sometimes I stopped that. There's only 3 or 4 people I'll talk to now; which are Dean, Janice, Sharon and Erika. No more no less. They are the only ones I trust. And Markie. That's it. Besides my parents of course. I don't want to talk to someone who doesn't understand and assumes shit. It's all just bullshit.--