So I'm Really Guilty...

I'm guilty for having a moment of weaknes and letting someone take advantage of that. I'm guilty of not realizing how fortunate I am. I'm guilty of just giving up and not trying to make the best of a bad situation. I have so much going for me and so much potential that I just lost sight of things for awhile, all because I hate being here. I was acting like an ornery(sp?) brat. I know that sounds kinda bad, but my bout of depression (something I've never suffered from before) is probably a result of me just reacting to myself, if that even makes sense. I realize I just need to get myself together, and I'll do whatever is necessary to be whole again.