8th grade was good, for the most part. My depression started then, but conversely enough, I was the most liked and happiest when I was with people at that time.

Advice? Do as much crazy stuff as possible, in highschool there are greater repercussions.

One time I drew a "Q" on the wall and a teacher thought I was drawing a part of the male anatomy so I got ISS-lunch with the lunchladies. Now while this was absolutely dreadful because all they talked about was american idol, it was worth it.

Well, that's me being crazy.