"Busy people don't have time to get depressed. You should take more classes, exercise more -- you could really use it. What do you have to be depressed about? You know, I don't want you to get started on so many pills - you'll end up like your mother."
A varsity sport (plus a league on the weekends), attending college and high school, two national honor societies (college and high school), applying for scholarships and financial aid (luckily earning some), volunteering, all at the same time? I have just been so utterly lazy this past year! God, please forgive me for being such a glutton.
It's a good thing I have a better head on my shoulders than you give me credit for. You make me want rebel like most teenagers would under the circumstances. Just drop out, flip the bird, get the fresia out of this house, and scrap up every street drug until they kill me. Apparently depression isn't serious to you until the person is cold and lifeless.
"The truth hurts" -- Well, yeah, it does. I could tear you apart if I told you the kind of person you are. But, I won't. Despite everything, you're really all I've got left as far as family goes. I love you, but I'm tired of sacrificing my well-being. I need to get out of here.
