“I’m into track and field right now.”
“And drawing too it looks like.”
“Yeah, I took up drawing a couple years ago. It’s a way to express how I feel nowadays.”
“So is this about the way you feel or somebody else?”
“It’s the way I feel.”
“How come? What’s going on?”
“My life isn’t as good as I thought it would be, and depression has gotten to me, to an extreme point now where my will to live is diminishing very rapidly. I’ve been going through therapy with my mom for quite some time now and they said I’ve never made any true best friends my entire life. You always have that friend you can talk to, I never really had that. They say I should have that. Another thing is, in this school, there’s a lot of diversity and ethnic groups and being a white male is difficult because there’s not many white people here. The white people are in the minority. That makes it difficult because there’s certain things you can’t do. I have friends here, none of them are white, that’s okay, I like that, but it can be difficult because you can’t connect to them as easily, because you’re different than them, because of different skin colors. I don’t really see skin color much, but society does, so it’s just a normal thing. There’s boundaries I can’t cross. It’s difficult to get more friends. That’s a problem. It doesn’t help with my depression. Relationship wise, that’s hard to get too. Not many people like white people as much as other ethnic races. I really wish I didn’t want a relationship in high school, but my brain tells me that I do. They put me on medication but it doesn’t seem like it’s helping anymore. It doesn’t help with the depression, it more numbs it.”