Friday, 11 July 2008

• I didn't always feel so depressed. A lot happened to me in the past three years, but it was all something I overlooked. Meanwhile it was taking its toll on my emotions. I moved away from home for the first time, three years ago. I moved into a college dormitory with nine other girls. I had never lived away from home, except for summer camp for a few weeks at a time. The gravity of being dropped off an hour and a half away from my boyfriend Justin, friends, family, and hometown without a car or any control over when I could see it all again didn't hit me until my mom and Justin were leaving. This is when I cried. I didn't stop crying until twenty minutes after they left, and I still sobbed uncontrollably during intervals throughout the day. While I was supposed to be having fun and making friends, I appeared a weak and fragile girl with no place to hide my tears except a bedroom with two other girls. I had never been in this situation before. I had always appeared strong, calm, and collected in front of others. I didn't reach to any of them for consolation. I just kept my reasons for crying inside. No longer could I hop in my mom's car for the twenty minute drive to Justin's for some comfort when I needed it. No longer would I sit in a classroom with 10 of my closest friends who I had known for the past 6 years. I didn't know anyone and my life was completely turned upside down.
  

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