Yep, my Mum just told me I have nothing to be depressed about. That my life is wonderful because I live rent free, can sleep all day and am in love. And you know what? She's fucking right. What am I feeling sorry for myself over?! Why am I still depressed? Why do I still get urges? Why do "S" still sometimes feel like such an easy option? Guess I'm just a moaning attention seeker who needs to STFU eh:dry: Sorry for talking about my feelings, sorry for trying to make myself feel better, sorry for trying to help myself. Sorry for not being able to get a job. Sorry for not knowing the answer to the one question you want answering. Sorry for having no qualifications. Sorry for being stupid. Sorry for being a shit daughter. SORRY FOR BEING ME.