I live in Bermuda , but am originally from Canada . Bermuda is 33 sq . km . A coworker , not well travelled , asked me to help her with he weekend trip to Canada . She was planning on dropping her daughter of at a university in Halifax and then going to see Montreal , Toronto and Calgary . In a weekend . <| sep |> There has GOT to be a medical condition at play here . <| sep |> For as long as i can remember . Everything always seemed stupid and pointless to me . I have friends and i function like the best of them . For some reason people look up to me , but i can ' t really understand why . I know sadness but i wouldn ' t call it depression . the thought of waking up everyday and keep on living is terrifying to me . It ' s hard for me to be sympathetic to those with depression because i don ' t really understand what it is . Every time i hear the word i think of a cry for attention . I have being the center of attention and i do not like that i ' m alive .