My mum forced me to see a pshychaitrist today. i litrally just got up had a shower and got dressed and she grabed me and pulled me to the car. We pulled up at a large building, Me not knowing where the hell i was, i was freaking out. We where sitting at the waiting room and i was looking all around me and the walls were coverd in drug posters and the kids help line shit. I was taken into a room and they locked the door, This lady was talking to me about my depression and my cutting.I had to do a quiz to verify how depressed i was. She said i was suffering from servere depression. I knew it was bad .... but not that bad. I told her my whole life story and she said that it was one of the worst life storys she's heard and that she was supprised that i hadnt being depressed since i was 2. WOW that made me feel better ..... NOT. She told me i should write a book about my life, HAHA what a fucking joke .... maybe i should ..... i dont know im fucked up. I have to take anti-depressants now , how fun. i'm happy that i have no homework but sum in science and graphics but it'll take 15 mins i'm about to do nothing today :( which sucks becuz i really wanna do sumthing with anybody(N) well people leave a comment and talk with ya''l later