I'm just gonna give you the main points here, no need to bore you with theatrics. For as long as I can remember I've been depressed, even diagnosed. I was on medication and taken off around the age of 10 or 11. About a year or two ago I came to terms with myself about being gay. Which pretty much crushed me throughout my senior year of High School. I still haven't admitted it to any friends or family, and I can't see them being any more accepting of it then George Bush himself. Now I'm a Freshmen in my first semester at college. I messed it up real good, and I'm going to get suspended. Grades are not what they should be. My family took a huge leap of faith loaning me about 600 bucks to help pay. Which they didn't even do for my sister. I've let them down. Another kick in the teeth is that I, or so I've been told, talk in my sleep. As you can Imagen, the things I say aren't things I'd generally would say while conscious. Why I bring this up is the other day when my room mate's mother called, she was pissed about one thing or another, and slipped up and called me a 'Fucking fag', Might not seem like much, but I almost cried right there. I can't see myself living the life I'm heading for. I'm going home today to see my newly born Niece and Nephew for the first, and probaly last time.