I am officially through with Nick Chihil- the saddest mother fucker and typical asshat I've ever met my entire life.

This entry is for me. So here I go, pouring myself into font.

My depression was so hard. It was so lonely, my friends left me. I was alone, I lost my father.

Can you even imagine the impact of loosing a parent? Can you even imagine the hole it creates? It's over a year later and it still hurts.

But, i'm okay.

But, i just want to say- for the record- it's guys like Nick Chihil who make me want to be a lesbian.

How can you just fuck a girl? huh?

You don't have an open, honest relationhip with a person...you just barely know the person.

You're not in love...but you fuck.

and you ditch your friends to be with this person. to fuck, of course.

It hurts to see him, because i know he suffers from depression. We're not alone, so many teenagers do. and you know why?

Because negitivity is contagious. It really is. And if you don't treat your depression, you're just spreading it to other people. Because by being around other people while you're depressed, you're just passing it on to them.

So, being a successfully treated patient of severe depression, i figured i'd help my best friend out.

But, all I here is this line:

"Holly, i know you had depression, but..."

before i inturupt with "fine, i'll never try to help you again." fucker.

He really hurt my feelings. and to think he always said to me that we'd always be friends and that no matter what i'd always be his best friend. fuck him. i'm finally and officially done with that piece of shit.

I need to get out of here- out of Ohio and away from everyone i know.

<-gordon & maroon->