This is pretty basic. I'm depressed. I think about suicide sometimes, I really don't know how suicidle I really am, because if I "try" suicide I'm not going to fail. I don't understand how one could to be honest. I'm the type of person where, if you're going to do something, you're going to do it. I'm very criticle upon myself. But, what's so pathetic about my depression is, I have a better time at work, than I do at home. Even with my anxiety. I would rather be at work than at home. It's kindof wierd, and depressing. My mom tries to tell me, clean up your room. I told her I'de clean it up when I want to. Then she's like, "You'll clean it up when I tell you to." Then I say, "I'm depressed, I hate life, I'm working all the time, give me a fucking break." And she says whatever she says. It's just pathetic. I got hella problems, and I'm not about to get into all of them, but everything is wrong with me, everything.