I know that depression is serious especially when self harming is involved, but the only reason I went to a therapist in the first place was because a counselor from my previous school took notice. I didn't even know that I had depression. I just thought that everyone felt the same way, so it didn't seem like a big deal. As for my parents ... they rather sweep it under the rug and pretend that everything is fine. They want to show a perfect image to the rest of the world. I'm okay at the moment, but depression and self-harming acts are unpredictable. Yesterday's triggers won't be tomorrow's triggers. So I'm just going with the flow. =/

Even though commenting on a fanfic is not something you usually do, I liked the fact that you found my fic adorable and cute. ^_^