Intro 1 (Assignment)

You're alone at home playing a game, a fairly good one at that, good graphics, good story, fun interactions. You don't care though there's no feeling of fun to it you just do it to distract your mind and make time pass, there is no enjoyment. You could probably hang out with friends, but why bother if you're just going to ruin their fun by tainting it with your aura of melancholy? The mall, the movies, the television, friends, all things that entertain others yet none seem to have any interest to you. You look at the clock seeing if enough time has passed yet for you to sleep and escape reality only to wake up for another day to rinse and repeat. This is no life to live being absored in the loathing of reality, life, and yourself, "why not just end it?" was a common thought going through your cacophony of unorganized thoughts....Welcome to my mind, how it was then anyways, this is now though and I've changed. Why did I change? What got me out of that hell? The three general saviors were realization, medication, and determination.