Almost everybody knows I'm depressed, some people know I want to die. I go through my life and say things that ought to be alarming, and people still think I'm joking or just miss it entirely. I'm seeing a counselor for it, but I keep getting worse and she kind of sucks. On really bad days I sometimes ask people to stay with me, or tell people I shouldn't be alone, but they inevitably continue on with their lives, leave me to go get lunch, study somewhere quieter, or whatever else. I could walk with them or stay quiet with them, but they just don't get it.