Done.

I told my dad about my depression....he told me to get over it, that it's my fault that I'm not happy. I told him you can't just get over it and force someone to be happy; he said yes you can, it's your fault your unhappy, you're life is fine. Get over it and just be happy. He told me that my friend who commuted suicide was selfish because she was too caught up in her own self loathing that she didn't care that she hurt people when she died.... I'm not sure what do to now. This is exactly what I feared, telling someone and them telling me to get over it. Especially my dad, the only one that could possible get me real help for this, told me that I was selfish. Okay.

I hate that I see all these posts about how sad and lonely you are and how you think that none of your friends like you. Well guess what, I was there for you, you ignore me now, I was the one who always answered your calls when you scared of your own self and needed help. I was the one who you turned to when you knew you weren't in the right state of mind to be alone. And now? You don't answer my texts, my calls, and you barely even talk to me. The thing is, you were the person I turned to when I needed something or I wasn't really okay and for awhile you had me going; made me think you were really here for me and that you cared about my well being. But the time a hadn't seen you for months and I was crying on the bathroom floor, I called you and every time you ignored it. And showed me, that all you wanted was my sympathy and you didn't care about me. Sad part is, if you called me at 3 in the morning I would still answer.