Eeek, I feel so bad now! I should have written it in the third person, at least! Now the whole fifth floor is talking about how it was a sucicide, as there was a suicide note written on his door! The staff all know it was me, they were very nice about it, said if I wanted to talk I could, they knew that I had depression even before so they were worried about me, they said I would be arrested if I did it again because it was vandalizing the building but they concluded that it wasn't malicious but I was just hurting, they called it poetry, they knew it wasn't a prank.
I confessed that I knew I was pushing it even before-- talking too loud on the phone, going on websites ("chat sites", aka WP) that I wasn't supposed to, arguing with my mother in the computer room-- but she said that overall I was pretty good. She asked me about myself, if I was recieving treatment for the depression, etc.
All the guys on the fifth floor seem to know; every single one I talked to brought it up themselves, except for one, Doug, who I brought it up with. Me and my mother had talked to him many times before, he was a nice guy, been seeing shrinks for 12 years too. I didn't think he'd be judgemental because he was schizo and on antpsychotics and depressed and on Celexa, and drank. I told him, "Oh God, now everyone thinks Terrance committed suicide!" He said, "Well, he did, actually. He left a suicide note on his door." I told him, "No, that was me." He said "Really?" He seemed to think I was a bit off, or at least what I was saying was. And he's off too! If people with problems won't accept me then who will?