It's not my fault my parents think I'm some depressed, anti-social zombie from outer space. Alright, so maybe it's partially my fault. I do spend a long time sleeping on the floor of my bedroom rather than spending my time at some school pep rally.
Guilty as charged.
But honestly, that doesn't make me depressed, just very lazy. So, eventually, on the brink of desperation, my parents made a rash decision. They booked me a spot in a rehab center halfway around the world in Australia, yes, Australia.
A clinic for depression, yes, depression.
I had one month. One month until I was off and away to my depression clinic. One month to prove that I was in no way depressed. And oh, that month would definitely go down in a history book.
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