I always had a feeling I would end up in a psych ward, but I never knew what for, but I always thought I'd have a better reason than I do it now . Long story short: I tried to kill myself... .DateThe fall of my seventeenth year I came to terms with the fact that I was depressed, horribly, frighteningly, unbearably depressed. This was not a new revelation in any way, simply a somewhat new acceptance. I accepted the fact that I had very few friends who I felt close to, I rarely went out and if I did I was lonely, I spent hours and hours browsing the "sad", "messed up" and "depressed" tags on Tumblr, I slept fitfully which ranged from eighteen hours a day to nothing, and I ate very little, and what I did eat I usually didn't let stay down. I'll leave that to the imagination. Until my “accident” (as my shrink likes to call it) my parents knew very little about my situation. They only knew that I often felt unhappy, ate little and infrequently and had very few friends. I swore to keep them in the dark, hopelessly unaware of how messed up their seemingly perfect son was. I don't blame them, it's not a happy topic at all, quite the opposite in fact. Whenever you imagine a depressed teenager it's almost always a white girl, slightly emaciated in the prime of adolescence, pale face, occasional scars decorating her wrists, etc. That's not something black kids deal with, right? Wrong.Before the beginning of last summer my parents told me they were going to send me to a therapist. For some reason, unknown to me or them, I found it comical. Imagining myself lying on a faux leather couch in a room covered in wall-to-wall bookshelves, divulging my most private secrets to a but...... middle of paper......, Kai and Rachel, my usual group. Before the run, Marcus and Rachel managed to stop being extra so oh my god, I love you long enough for us to stretch. “Looks like you worked really hard on the beach over spring break!” Marcus said obviously staring at Rachel's ass. “Oh, you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, "You look really sexy again today, honey!" then she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was about to comment on the sheer awkwardness of the situation, but Kai beat me to it. "If this episode of awkward, slightly gag-worthy high school romance is over, I'd like to start running now. "That's why Kai is probably my best friend. The rest of the training was pretty normal. I even shaved thirty seconds off my five mile time! It would have been great if I hadn't had this sharp pain in my chest the whole time. Strange. . .