Four days ago, two days before my vacation, I came home to the police waiting for me. My mom and her boyfriend, my aunt, uncle, cousin and all my roommates.

They'd found my suicide note.

Now, granted, I'd meant to throw it away. It was a stupid mistake and I shouldn't have written it. And now I have to face all the people who care about me. I know you'll all say "well at least you have people who care about you," and if you do think that, then you've obviously never been in a situation where everyone you care about suddenly thinks you can't make your own decisions any more. Where they all pity you, and you feel fucking terrible because you know you made a mistake and now you've fucked everything up.

They decided I didn't need to be hospitalized, and I went on my vacation, but from there, things only got worse. Being with my mother the whole time, who kept coddling me, asking me how I was feeling, trying not to offend me and making me make about a million doctor's appointments was the cake. The frosting was my roommate texting me and telling me my other two roommates had decided that they didn't want to live with me any more.

Now that I'm home, I talked to one of those roommates, and she and the other girl have decided that they feel too much like they're taking care of me, and that they can barely even take care of themselves, so they can't live with me any more. They don't want to deal with me any more.

I'm not the kind of person who's depressed all the time. I'm a fun person most of the time. I just have episodes sometimes, and I feel down, and it's nice to have someone there just to tell me they'll listen to my problems. But I guess that's too much to ask for.

I don't have anywhere to go or anyone to live with. And I don't understand how a person could do this to someone who's already got so much on their plate...

If anyone lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and has some information that I could use, or needs a roommate, or anything, PLEASE let me know! I need help...