I battle depression . Or atleast I think I do. I haven't been my "happy self" since I moved back to Florida. I moved away to get away from everything, and then everything followed me up there and I moved back to Florida. And leaving Wisconsin was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but anways...I moved back here in July, and started school again in January. Around February I lost my best friend. A couple weeks before Easter weekend I went to visit my sister, and we went out for a night on the town, and I ended up getting way too drunk, I rarely drink, and to make matters worse, I ended up sleeping with her boyfriends brother. I've always thought I'd never have sex until I was married, and thats when everything started going downhill. I put on my fake happy face to make everyone think I was okay with what I had done, but I wasn't, and I'm still not okay with it. I can't talk to anyone about it becuase I've already made a big deal about being okay with it...My mom thinks I'm crazy, my step dad knows I'm not happy, and my sister has no clue about anything... I don't know where to go from here. I can't tell people I love them, if they're in my family, I do love them and everything, its just I can't say it.