Now I got a copy of the records from the hospital, saying that I have "Depression and suicidal ideation."

I intended to work for the FBI at some point in my life, but now because of a... little girl, my chances may have been screwed. I wonder if she realizes that she caused so much trouble for me.

Also, it feels like I have wasted a year of my life on love... Fuck love. I'm tired of getting thrown around and treated like shit. I am not going to love again. Fuck it. I can't trust anyone, not even my closest friends. (No offense.)