In the past year, so much has changed; my sister overdosed for attention, we've moved twice, I've been hit by a car, I've lost friends, I've fallen in love, rumors have been started about me at school, and so much more. But recently I learned something about myself. I have problems. Seriously. I've seen some painful things recently that I hope to never have to see again, even if the images are burned permanently into my long term memory. Thoughts about what I should've done differently to avoid it, but I chose not to. I've been in a slump since Saturday evening, not being able to sleep, eat, or function properly. I am at a loss. I've told my mom things I've previously hidden from her and most people. I've been moping around the house, knowing my thoughts are selfish, but I can't stop them. I wish things were back to normal even when I know things will get better in time. I'm so depressed right now; the only person I can truly tell everything to, I can't see or even talk to. Major suicidal thought swim in my mind even with what i've seen, which scare me. I think my mom is going to get me counsiling, even if I don't quite want to, I think it would be for the better. I'm not sure how everything will turn out in the end, but I surely hope things are better, yet the same. I would be utterly devistated if I lost my love.