I've been told so many times that I just come on here and complain without explaining anything about me or whats going on. So this is going to be all about me and my life. The real me that most people don't know. I was born July 21, 1993. I am a 17 year old male and currently work part-time and live at home. I guess I am considered a high school drop out but I will get more into detail about that later on. When I was younger my dad was abusive, I guess. I never really thought of it as abuse then but he would hit us. I know that sounds bad but it wasn't ever that bad. He would never beat us, or hit us hard enough to leave any kind of mark. He would also never lay a hand on my mother. It's just hitting was his way of punishment that he learned from his parents/father, I assume. That's about it as far as abuse goes, I guess. As I got older, about the time I entered middle school, I became severely depressed. I never told anyone so I don't think anyone really knew, though. There was a time in middle school were I would miss weeks and weeks of school just because I was too mentally and physically exhausted to make it in. I had this pain in my gut and a constant headache. Now I know it was from the depression but at that age, I couldn't make it out. Since I was missing soo much school, the school wanted answers. My mom took my to all these doctors and what not. I had an MRI, a ultrasound, and a million other tests. At one point, I had about 10 tubes of blood drawn from me. This is when I started therapy, too. By the time I reached the 8th grade, the middle school just wanted to get rid of me and sent me to high school the next year. I was dismissed of therapy promptly. This was about the time I discovered I was gay/bi, too. I never told anyone. Not even now in the present. No one knows. I was fine in 9th grade. Did very well in all my classes, made some new friends, and had a great year. 10th grade started the same as well. But in the middle of the year, this girl I was friends with moved away. We were great friends and she was one of the few girls I felt a romantic attraction to and I could tell she felt the same for me. She moved and wrote me the nicest goodbye note ever. It almost brought me to tears. We had science together and had 2-person desks and me and her were assigned together. Thats how we first met. Then the next quarter (we have 4 in our school year), she stayed after school with the our science teacher and personally requested that she continue be seated with me. She was honestly the nicest person I have ever met. No one else in the world would have gone to such lengths just to stay with me. I really did love her. Anyways, she moved away and I tried to continue on. She was really my only friend so now I was sitting by myself at lunch and never had a partner to pair with in any class or anything. Then my headaches came back. I would get these terrible headaches and, occasionally, migraines. I started to miss more and more school but then it was eventually summer and they let me go on to 11th grade. I probably when 1 week in 11th grade before I just couldn't get out of bed for school. I went to a bunch of doctors. Had another MRI, and EEG test, and even had a scheduled Sleep Apnea test but there was an issue with my insurance so that never happened. Now, tomorrow, 12th grade starts for everyone else. Through most of this, I was working part time and was scared that my boss would find out but he hasn't yet. I still tell him I'm in school . It's a hard act to play. I am very overweight. I am about 340lbs. I was 370lbs but I am currently on a diet and have been losing some weight. I still never feel well, though. SO this is my life story pretty much. I'm sure I left some stuff out but I am tired of typing. I know that compared to most people on here, my life seems like a breeze. I was never beat, never cut, never did anything like that. Yet I am so desperate and hate life.