The truth

My friends found out tonight about my depression. About how I want to end it all. They drove me home. They talked to me. They think it helped. I let them think that. There is nothing they can do to help me. I am the only one who can help me. And I have no idea what to do.

All I know is that I have the hiccups and I want to smoke. Hopefully I can hide the smell with the sound of my intoxication.

Here's a funny picture to make it seem like I'm blogging about something other than my sad life.

A picture of me during the eighth grade Goth Years. I'm the one on the left in the stockings. 

I look happy. What a funny joke.

Yes, I have felt this way since before the eighth grade. How did I make it to age 21? I ask myself that question every day. 

Some "DID YOU KNOW?" for your day

Happy January 16th! It wasn't always a happy day though. On this day in history:

"The 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, prohibiting the "manufacture, sale, or transportation of intoxicating liquors for beverage purposes," is ratified on this day in 1919 and becomes the law of the land." - History Channel

What does that mean? It means that today marks the 94th anniversary of the American prohibition, one of the biggest legal failures in American history. Even at the time of its passing, it was a hotly debated issue.

Prohibition protesters. They just want beer. Come on, give the poor protesters some beer.