My name's Rob. I'm a 22-year-old college student from Ohio. I've been depressed for the better part of my life, mostly because my family just loves to rub it in my face constantly that I'm not "one of them" - I stand out like a sore damn thumb. I hate hypocrites. People who say that they are supportive of people in need, but in the next breath demonize and judge me for revealing a side of depression that doesn't fit in with their emo stereotypes - i.e., wishing that I could have died of cancer instead of my uncle. Apparently, I'm a monster. Just thought I'd give you forewarning.