My boyfriend broke up with me last night, coincidentally the day after I told him I had been suffering from depression since I was 13. I really don't know what to make of it considering he made up all of these excuses after I told him it was probably because of my confession and he denied it.

Lukily I have my best friend-practically sister Michelle to help me with getting through this. My parents are understanding but of course they keep doggin him although having a heart-to-heart with my mom she began to understand my point of view. I am really feeling down in the dumps right now, as baseball is away in San Antonio, lol. I guess you could call it my Great Escape because usually after a breakup or likewise traumatic event I went to a game to cheer myself up with Michelle and Paloma. That's how we forget our problems. I guess that could be why I am battling my depression the way that I am. Well, I haven't eaten anything all day, which sucks because I"m hypoglycemic, so somehow my mom bribed me into buying me Starbucks if I ate. Boy, am I a basketcase… Fibromyalgia, hypoglycemia, depression, self-mutilation and to top it off narcissistic personality disorder. It's a wonder he didn't break up wth me sooner…

Oh wait, nevermind, he only knew about my medical conditions. I don't want to take away from the image of the person he really is, but it seems to me like he walked out on me when I needed him the most. Here's to another shot at the single life. (My "single" shelf-life is usually very short, but we'll see who this "lucky" guy is). Anyway, the best part is that the guy that I am interested in (as bad as this sounds) is sort of getting over his own depression so at least we have that in common right now. Other than having Italian blood in our gene pools, haha.