One more thing that occured yesterday...I talked to a friend of mine, because she was worried about me and my depression and all...(the same girl I talked about boys with) and I just had this complete change-over, where I felt like ending it all. I couldn't talk to her about my depression anymore and just had to get up and walk around to get myself from collapsing and breaking down and I walked into the kitchen and just panicked, seeing all the knifes around me and had to go back to my room. O well, I guess I'm fine now. I slept over it, but she (along with many others) think I should get professional help.... :( *sigh* ok well, no more...gtg.