"A reading from Beastly according to Ross."
Let me share an experience.
At a point in my life, I had depression, and battled with that for about 1 year, and kept the feelings inside of me for 2 months.
There were 3 points of when this could have happened.
First was in 5th, when I had my doubts. When in doubt, that is all i could think about when I wasn't working on school work, to the point I felt lower than low, and had to tell someone. And I did.
6th grade, i was beat up everyday. I blamed god for it. Of course, now that I look back on being beat up and humiliated, god helped me become a better person.
8th grade, something much worse happened with doubts. And you know, that was the one in which I worried about everything. ANYTHING. Any time. Every day. I had trouble sleeping. I worried about going to school, doing daily tasks, life wasn't fun.
But I realized suicide was not an option. I had too much to live for.
After that, I hopped on zoloft and eventually I have been corrected.
I still have the "assholes" who bug me, but I think its kind of funny of how pathetic they are and how they will never know the real world.