My parents are from another generation and have diffrent ways of doing things. They dont understand the basis of my clinical depression, assuming instead that it is simply "sadness", to which I could snap out of it if I so chose. The same applys to my SH, cutting, which they describe as a cry for attention and not overtly serious. It hurts. It hurts so much and I feel so guilty, guilty for having these feelings. I feel like somethings wrong with me. When I attempted suicide this past Febuary, I felt their dissapointment, not their concern or fear or relief. Everytime the school calls to say theyre concerned about me, everytime a close teacher of mine asks those s***headed guidance councilers how I am, because there concerned, I get yelled at. Becasue theres nothing wrong with me and obviously Im acting out. Ill show them. I dont hate myself. Theres alot I can do. I just..I hate this world. There are no words to describe my hatred for this world. I just cant go on.