I'm slowly starting to tell people now,but for the last five years beginning with Michael's passing,I've been spiraling through an on-and-off roller coaster of depression. After the moment of Michael's passing,I was extremely depressed and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't properly function,even after starting eighth grade after the summer's end. September 13th,2009 is a night I will never forget,because I was opened up and became happier after watching Lady Gaga's Paparazzi performance. I know,it seems ridiculous,but that's how I fell in love with her. The rest of 2009 and all of 2010 I was happier,and even more so after starting high school. Things became even better in 2011 when I met my first boyfriend over the summer. We met through my sister's (now ex) boyfriend because they're close family friends. We dated for three months,but it came crashing down after we had a huge fight. I was devastated. This brought back the onslaught of depression again. I slowly got over it and lifted myself out of the depression. The rest of 2011 and 2012 was okay. 2013 was the worst year of my life so far. Not only did I go through a manic break up and was at my lowest point,I figured out my aunt had bone cancer and had to get a bone marrow done. My mom and I had to make an emergency trip to California to see her at the time. It was at my lowest point,even more so after I came back for my senior year. The beginning of that year was a bumpy road (two suspensions within weeks of each other),but I finally straightened myself out and finished the year. It was even better ending the year getting a new boyfriend,who I'd liked for four years. We ended the relationship on mutual terms because he became homeless shortly after the end of the year. I offered him to stay at my house for one night being nice so he can shower,get a meal,and sleep in a bed. Until that night I was trusting of him. I then discovered quickly that he had stolen an iPod Touch,Gamecube,and a Nintendo DS I had gotten as gifts from friends and pawned them at a pawn shop. I was furious and devastated. To top it off,I had also liked another guy,but we also had a falling out because of some things that will remain undisclosed. I have since slowly lifted myself out of this depression,but I'm starting to feel it coming back on after I'd gotten back in contact with both my ex and this other guy. My ex was leading me on hardcore within the first three or four days we'd gotten back in contact,but then he just got a girlfriend out of nowhere and didn't tell me anything. I have seriously had enough of guys,but that doesn't mean I'll go straight. I am just done with the bullsh*t. I will slowly end up lifting myself out of it,and I will be starting cosmetology school in January and plan by the end of the year to have my driver's license,so I'll become independent mostly and not have to worry about relationships.
I shouldn't dump all my problems out and expect sympathy. I just wanted to tell my story because hopefully,I can have someone with a similar or semi-similar story to relate to me.