Monday Morning Depression

Today was the Monday back from Spring Break. After nine enjoyable and much needed days off from school, I had to go back to that horrible place. The snooze alarm only saved about 30 minutes from the start of a depressing day.

I got out of bed at 6:43, feeling more depressed than EVER. I don't know why, school isn't that bad. I think it's just a habit I have of feeling depressed on Mondays. So, Monday morning depression combined with "Back to School" depression formed MEGA depression. I think it was a subconscious decision my mind made to be depressed but it affected me anyways.

I soon started walking to school, thinking maybe I could walk off the depression or something. I couldn't. I decided I should call my sister Stephanie (OCD). But as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, I realized that would be a huge mistake. You guys all know how mean my sister, Stephanie, is to me. If I called her, she would probably scream at me for not having a good reason to call her. Then, she would tell me everything that is wrong with me, only causing deeper depression for myself (not to mention murdering my currently high self esteem). Then she would hang up.

I thought about calling my other sister, T (Teeter). But I quickly realized that I shouldn't call her either. She has made it clear to me in her body language that her kids are much more important to her than I am. Much more. She completely ignores me when she's with her kids, especially her youngest kid, Megan. It's quite sad that my sisters neglect me like this. But it gets worse.

I decided to call my loving mother (The Attorney), knowing she could heal me of my depression. I called her and started by saying "Hi". She said hi back to me, and I asked her what's up. She gave me a vague answer, not leaving room for conversation. I asked her a few more questions, trying to start a conversation, but she ignored half of them and barely answered the other half. I told her I was depressed and she said she was stressed out over something. It was something about work. Work means more to my mother than I do.

So, based at these three paragraphs and past events, I have come to a serious conclusion. A very upsetting one, if I may say so myself:

1. Stephanie loves her fancy camera and Photoshop program more than she loves me.
2. T loves her kids a MILLION times more than me. I mean millions. Maybe billions. I expect her to love her kids more than me, but she completely ignores me when she's with her kids.
3. My mother is a workaholic and has no time in her life for me. It's obvious.

Because of these three evil people that could not provide the comfort I needed, I finally overcame my mega depression at 1:05pm. If you ignored a loved one in your life, or a family member, please consider their feelings too.

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Okay, before I get crap from you guys about this post, READ:

Tehehe. This was majorly exaggerated from, "I decided I should call my sister Stephanie (OCD). But as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, I realized that would be a huge mistake..." to "Because of these three evil people..." So yeah. The other two paragraphs are true though. It was also fun making my family looking like horrible people, and I think it is turning into a hobby. My family isn't THAT mean. But if I should call it, I would say T is the nicest person to me most of the time. That's right. Maybe that's because she's not around me enough and hasn't felt my wrath. Well, I'm kind of afraid to show T my wrath since she's... T. Yup.