I took my depression medication for the first time in about 8 months. I thought i was fine. I ddnt actually think I was depressed. As it turns out, I am. Everything in my life is good, great even. (Beside some things with my mom, but they're better.) But yet, I still feel so sad and lonley. My dad keeps asking me what's wrong. How do I explain? I hate this...

Why do the people you really care about have to walk out of your life, leaving an empty space behind? Well, I guess in this case I kind of walk out of his life, really with no goodbye. No, I'm not talking about Jon (we are perfectly and absloutley happy together; I just love him so much.) I'm talking about MP, my theology teacher from freshman year. How pathetic is that?

When I started high school at a private Catholic school that I hated, he was the only good thing. I feltlast and confused being the social outcast that I was. But Mp, he change me. I don't even think he knows how much he has effected my life. He is just one of those genuienly caring and loving people in this world. Mp was a mentor to me, in a way. He was one of the only one I could talk to about how I fgelt. Obviously, I was ver depressed and confsed my freshmen year and he helped put things in perspective for me. He gave me advice and tryed to help me when no one else seemed to care. We had some really great conversations, and I miss that. I miss him.

I know this must sound strange, after all he was just my teacher, but it's just hard when you have someone who has touched your life in such a way, and then lose all ontact with them. That's really my fault. When I switched high schools my sophmore year, I thought it would be better to just leave the opast, in the past. But that wasnt the best decision because I still hurt because of it.