Moonlit Asylum

I told my family how I felt...about my bottled-up feelings...about my inferiority complex...

I didn't expect them to start worrying. My mom came up and told me I could talk to her about anything...finally.

My dad called on the iPad (he's in Afghanistan) and, for one of the first times ever, I saw him cry. He'd apparently lost a buddy over there and he was worried I was going to kill myself.

and that just broke my heart even more, seeing him cry.

He told me to look up depression and see if I fit the description. He said that if I did, I could see someone and take medicine and such.

...hopefully I'll feel better soon...and everyone else around me, too.