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Glad we could clear it up @droughtquake really did a great job with it! As the story goes on we'll kind of getting a learning curve on it as Teddy sees Ryder go through various symptoms.

Haha love to heart it!

I have a few professors that still call it Dysthymia. I'm not sure when they changed it or why (Possibly could've been the DSM's decision or perhaps they just wanted a name that didn't sound as intimidating...then again both names can seem scary!). Thank you for sharing your story, I know it can be very hard! Personally I have generalized anxiety disorder which about 2 years ago caused a depressive episode which has left me with recurring mild-moderate depression. What you said is exactly right. Please if anyone else doesn't feel quite right, or notices that you're starting to "lose yourself" (excessive tiredness/fatigue, body aches, feelings of hopelessness, low self-esteem etc.) find a doctor you can trust and seek them out. As @droughtquake said, it doesn't always have to be medication, sitting down with a psychologist/social worker for 1 or 2 times a week in itself could help you find relief! Often times it will be a long journey, but it'll always be worth taking. Don't be afraid to take your life back.

I couldn’t help but be quiet as I drove Blake and my Dad home. I just kept working Ryder out in my mind. The way he just sat there after that show, empty and emotionless…just burnt out. Is it healthy for him to be doing that? I mean, sure I leave it all out there for lacrosse, but I don’t think I’ve ever been that empty. It was as though he gave that crowd his own soul. As though he was sacrificing parts of himself just to keep the crowd going. “Everything alright Teddy?” My Dad poked as Bla

The rest of the weekend into the next week I just couldn’t get Ryder off my mind. He’s just so different from me…he leaves me with so many questions. Does he really like being alone, or is that something he’s just gotten used to? Does he really hate being gay, or was that just a drunken joke he made? Is he really willing to let me in…if he does…can I handle it? I felt Mike give me a heavy push as we finished up our gym set for the day “Get your head out of the fucking clouds Teddy.” He scol

Seems like the two boys could learn a lot from one another. I agree 20 really isn't much of a crowd for concerts...it does seem like Ryder could have a rude awakening in front of him...especially since he's so shy.

Thank you so much. As you may have seen in other chapters, there are times I question my work, and the quality of the story I'm trying to tell. However genuine comments like these are exactly what inspire me to keep pushing past my doubts. I hope one day to either give you guys a truly moving story, or to even write a script that turns into a movie, however for now those are just pipe dreams...so until then, here's to hoping you like the next short story! Edit: Also thank you for reading it...without you guys I'm just a 21 year old writing down stories I make up in my own head! (Basically without readers I'm pretty sure people would call me insane!) So even though I know it sounds cliche, without you guys I would be nothing.

Driving home I couldn’t even say a word to Blake. I mean he wasn’t mad at me, but part of him couldn’t help but be resentful of how I can act sometimes…how I can get caught up in social status and popularity. How even though I could be so good at communicating with people…I failed so miserably with Ryder. Then again it’s not like Ryder is like anyone I’ve ever met…Ryder lets you in if he wants to, not because you’re nice to him. I mean part of me wants to scream out about how weird that is, but

Good to hear!

As I finally pulled back into my garage, I walked through the basement still full of my 3 passed out friends and got a good look at the mess we had all made. Crushed beer cans, and red solo cups littered the ground, along with whatever remnants of food people had been eating and even some small piles of puke…it’s a pain in the ass to clean up, but hey, it’s a small price to pay. “Oh, god damn it” I heard Mike groan stumbling to his feet behind me “I feel like absolute shit.” “Join the

Thank you! I've noticed you since back then...having readers like you and the others, that have been here since that first rocky chapter in which I didn't even know how to properly space the narration and stuck around to see this...it means so much to me! Seeing something as small as views or recurring likes...they truly go a long way, you guys are a big part of the reason I've grown, and a big part of the reason I haven't given up/don't think I will ever give up on writing! Thank you all for that!

Ryder Sullivan…we all know a kid like him…the quiet kid in the back of the class room. The one everyone picks on for being different…the one you hear people call the school shooter…the kid, people joke they’ll be friendly to so when he finally snaps he might just spare them. As I watched him weave through the hallways on the last day of school I couldn’t help but wonder what a toll that takes on a person. For god’s sake people tell him to his face that one day he’ll be like the kids in columbine

Holy Hell! I just found my first draft of Blinded...an extremely different story with a very different Cy. Perhaps down the road you guys will see an epilogue then as an added bonus...I'll even publish that draft. I mean if you guys really do want that epilogue...sounds to me like you guys are sick of Riley by now.

@Shadow086 Velocity- 44 chapters Crestfallen-45 chapters Blinded-37 chapters Hmm...it does look like there's room for something in the future

I was just talking to Shadow a few days ago about how I wish this could one day find a screen in one way shape or form. It's a dream, and might be a bit crazy...but who knows, if you ever see a trailer with a one eye'd gang member...well you'll know how it ends.

The whole ride there all I could think about was what to do, what to say…how to give that court no option but to leave Tak with us. That kid…that could’ve been me…what if the James’ found me before I made it to the Saints? Would I still be so angry? So destructive? Would trouble follow me the way it does? Or have I always been this way? As we approached the courthouse I was relieved to see a familiar older man standing in front of the courthouse. I couldn’t help but run up the stairs and gi

I couldn’t help but watch the young kid fidget in his chair as Nancy and Walter went over what it was going to be like to testify against Ro. No kid should ever have to see what he saw…to see what either of us saw at that age, but the world is a cold place. We have to make justice happen for us, and even then there will people like Brock Avery there to try and rip you back down…but I’ve come too damn far to get ripped down. No matter what I have to do, or what I have to say…Tak will be a part of

I should be the happiest I’ve ever been in my life…I mean I’m free…in the morning I’m even meeting with Mr. Williams and a few detectives to make sure Ro rots in jail. We start playoffs in a few days, I have a new little brother, the only kid in the Northside who’s been a dick to me literally owes me his life…and I have the best damn boyfriend in the world…I’m living it up…I mean, shouldn’t I be? That night the pain from my new cuts and bruises seemed to roar off me, keeping me awake. Not t

Thank you, there's another on my desktop thats going up as soon as I edit it...but summer Psych courses are getting in the way. One day I'm just going to get all of you to write me a pass from homework.

There's a price to be paid

As I stood there at that corner, looking at that kid…I couldn’t help but get flashbacks of a young me. He stood the same height, talked the same talk…if he stays in this game, he’ll die or get arrested before he even reaches my age…and I have a weird feeling all the rich families from the Northside are done adopting hood rats. I spent the next few days carefully watching him from a distance, seeing what he was like…if he could even survive the next day, let alone the next month. His name w

Haha, I'm on the edge of my seat just to give you guys the rest of the story! I can't even imagine how you guys feel, especially seeing some theories!

I felt my heart begin to race as all the different outcomes ran across my mind. I saw my parents nervously look to me seeing what I’d say or do, but for whatever reason I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen…I just need to see the name…I need to know it was Owen, and not anyone else…I need to know. Walter went to speak, but I ripped my phone out of my pocket and hit Carter’s contact before he could. Pick up, pick up...I nervously chanted to myself, not knowing what to expect. “You have reac

All I can say right now is the chapters will come out as soon as Gay Authors lets me post (They only let us put up a new chapter 8 hours after the last one). so I'll give you guys answers as soon as I can.

That game I went all out. I had never gone that hard in my life. Every movement seemed perfect, every shot flew out of my fingers as though it was as light as a feather. I went hard to the paint, making contact whenever I saw the chance…doing everything, and anything to make a point that I stil; had it…I was still tough. I knew the saints were watching, and I did everything in my power to show them I’m making myself into something…that it’s them who need me, not the other way around. As th