High school was difficult, I was barely passing my LEAP classes and I saw all the happy couples and cute girls that wouldn’t even give someone like me the time of day. Two of my friends, David and Tom, drifted away from me. David and I were both in JROTC and he took it much more seriously than I did. I started having dark thoughts. I felt like life was pointless and that I would never make any new friends or get a girlfriend. At the time, these things seemed like the most important thing in the world. On Halloween 2007, I was trick or treating with my Dad when I told him I was having dark thoughts and I thought I needed help. A week later, I was diagnosed with depression and prescribed Paxil medication. The medication didn’t help at first. Things at home started getting bad. My father had always had a short fuse, and my situation and my constant depressed state would get him angry. One night, he yelled at me because I had a C in one of my classes. I yelled back at him and chucked some shit in the room at him. My father had never seen me like that before, and immediately backed down. He knew that it was not going to lead anywhere good. There was a lot of underlying tension after that though. I would come downstairs from my video gaming binges and find my mom crying in the kitchen because she was worried about me. I called out to her from the other side of the kitchen. She turned around, wiping a tear from her eye. I asked her what was wrong. She told me she needed about tree fiddy. It was about that time that I noticed my mom was an 8 story tall crustacean from the Paleolithic area. It was that god damn Lochness Monster! I said, "Monsta I ain't giving you no tree fiddy!"

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