I'm feeling a little strange. On the one hand, I want to lash out on all the fucked up teenies who go off and hate society for making them feel so dejected--and I mean the ones who are suffering from unrequitted love, not the ones who actually carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.. I want to shake them and say :"LOOK! THERE ARE BIGGER PROBLEMS IN THE WORLD THAN JUST YOU AND ME! Just because that boy you like didn't say 'hi' or won't give you the time of day isn't any reason to go off and cut yourself to get his attention! Imagine you were born somewhere else....Imagine you were born into a world where there wasn't enough resources to sustain you past age 5, and you spend most of your childhood STARVING TO DEATH!" On the other hand I know I can sympathize with them, and I shouldn't talk because I'm sure I was one of those teenies on more than one occasion. It's easy to forget the problems of the outside world when you isolate your own in the drama of sexual attractions. There are reasons to be depressed--in fact, so many that I'm not surprised at the prevalent pessimism even among the unaware-- however, while we are more inclined to think of ourselves and naturally rate our own problems as unique, ("my god! NO ONE COULD EVER UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH!!" meanwhile, most of us do.) it is nothing compared to the physical abuse and suffering of others around the world...and I guess what I'm trying to say is that all this teen depression in the suburbs--the so-called "emo kids" are just pathetic. It's one thing to cry because life can't always go your way--but to base your image on it--to thrive on it, thats just nuts. We should be turning our angst out to CHANGE society, not MOPE about it. But who am I to talk?