It has been a whole decade since I was diagnosed with depression and the beginning of the end of my miserable life has started. The only thing that is really keeping me going at this point are smoking e-cigs, as I'll never be understood as long as I breathe air. The fact that I am alive today is an anomaly that was never meant to be. I should have died in 1999, as that was the best year of my life. Everything went downhill from there. Not to mention that nine years ago, I was on the verge of death from all the torment I faced in middle school. I am trying to hang in there, however, as hopeless as I feel.