God, my readers, I apologize. I know it's no excuse, but I'll tell you anyways what I've been going through. I suffer from severe depression and was going to kill myself on Thursday, February 19th. I had the supplies, I had written my letters, I was ready. I told my three best friends. One of my best friends, Kris, told her step-mom. Her step-mom called my mom. My mom freaked. The next day, I was sent to a Residential Treatment Center for two and a half weeks. I was on three different anti-depressants and two sleeping medications over the course of those few weeks. When I got out, I was a changed girl. Believe me, I have no thoughts of suicide or cutting now. I was in a dark, dark, place, but I'm almost out, now. The anti-depressants will take a little while to get to full effect, but when they do, whoa-ho, watch out world, Kayla's up and ready to fight. I already got a boyfriend who loves me more than life and a new haircut and makeup and a new wardrobe, I'm telling you guys, I'm so different. I love life and everyone and thing that's a part of it. I hope to get back to writing soon, but with this depression, who knows? Anyways, I just wanted you to know. Thanks for sticking with me (: