I'm not entirely sure if I'm depressed or not. The school councilor I talked with said that a person can be depressed even when they feel just fine (made no sense to me, but whatever). But yeah, during a period, I was severely alone. I felt unworthy of human contact. There were a couple night where I heard people having a good ol' time just outside my room, and my reaction was to stick my head under the covers and sob for a while until I got enough of it out to go to sleep.
Yeah, it's lame. But I'll admit it. I also admit I used to think about how easy it would be, to just disassemble one of my shaving razors, go into one of the showers, turn on the hot water (to somewhat counteract the chill of bloodloss), and just let everything fade away. All my uncertainty about how I was going to support myself in life ahead, all the self-hatred I felt for my shortcomings, all the loneliness I had to walk around with. All the envy for what others took for granted in their lives.
Hell, I even felt annoyed with myself for feeling so shitty! Looking at it from an objective standpoint, I've got it great! My family is financially secure to an extent (enough to have several luxuries), I've got every opportunity in the world available to me, I wasn't cursed with physical birth defects, mental retardation, muscular dystrophy or even clinical ugliness. Compared to a vast amount of people (a few of whom I've met personally), I'm living in frikkin' heaven.
So why in hell do I feel this way?
I've considered suicide off and on for a rather long time. And I'm somewhat ashamed to state that the main reason for not going for it is the fantastically egotistical view that I simply mean too much to too many people. I could never do something like that to the people who, for whatever reason, seem to have grown attached to me.
A very good friend of mine has similar problems. He seems to feel that he essentially lost his life several years ago (he's never told me about what this event was, but it obviously meant a lot to him), and that suicide for him would just be turning off the soulless machine that's plodding around in his place. He's waiting for all the people who like him to either die off or forget about him, so he can finally OD on Morphine in peace.
After hearing this, I told him that he was shit out of luck, as I intended to live for a very long time yet, and that I was never going to forget him.
I figured it was about as sensible a comment as I could give to something like that.