This evening, I was told by my father "why didn't you turn out as anything we could be proud of" - he said this moments after I told him I was to arrange a meeting with a psychologist due to a doctor / nurse referral after feeling severely depressed for over 6 months and taking "highs" drugs in order to battle this and attempt a "normal" social life.
It's quite upsetting that I don't have friends who I can quite easily open up too and know they are there but am instead forced to jot my simple plea for help on nothing but a mindless blog with no hope of ever receiving a response but for it to simply stay on screen and do nothing but blink back at me, as lost as I feel.
Thoughts of contemplation are growing ever stronger and this is really worrying me.
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