::takes deep breath:: Ahhhhh, smell that? That's the delicious scent of intelligent, angst-ridden, depressed teenagers. Er, not really delicious, I guess... I mean, I love them, but I wish they weren't depressed. That's not good. Depression sucks, but it's not as bad as schitzophrenia. That's some bad $|-|17 right there. But yes, anyway, as I was saying, I'm currently surrounded by intelligent, depressed teenagers. Which is fine with me, I prefer them to stupid happy teenagers, but it would be nice to meet a *happy* *intelligent* teenager. These are quite scarce, though, most of the time. The reason is quite obvious. Intelligence=disillusionment=disenchantment=reality realization=depression. As my mom put it, "Anyone who's smart, especially in their teen years, starts to think about things. And in this world, anyone who really thinks about things, especially a teenager, is going to get depressed."

So this post isn't really accurately expressing what I want it to. What I'm really trying to say is, I'm surrounded by awesome people who are in a dark place, and that makes me sad because I want them to be happy. I sound really dumb now, but I'm just trying to say I'm going to do my best in this position I've been put in; I'm going to try my hardest to do what I can by my fellow "gifted"s, soulmates, and old friends. I'm going to do my best.