Why I hate life

So... im depressed.

Been depressed since I was 11...8...5... MY WHOLE LIFE

I've held it i for so long and kept this fake smile on my face for so long no one believes im depressed.

I went to school crying...like a man. I WEPT. I was eventually sent to the coulseling office. I spoke with a therapist and told her I was depressed, and self harm, blah blah blah and she calls my mom into the office

My mom prepares this fake ass scene where she's crying with me and were crying and therpaists are fuckin sadistic cause they dont have emotions because of there Profession and thats freakin awesome and yeah.

So i go to class feeling better that I told someone i was sad.

I go visit home (i live with my gf) to find my mom making tacos with a knife in her hand (Wtf?) and she says "You arent depressed. Get out"

And im like, "For all my life you dont think im depressed? The ant-socialism, the cutting, the constant crying, lost of appetite, suicide attempts, and im not depressed?"

She kicked me out and said come back when I get a job.

Yup... FML