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I usually don't drag my issues to KHV but I honestly cannot take it anymore. I'm not really sure where to start so bear with me.
Lately I've been feeling depressed or angry or frustrated, sometimes without any particular cause. I'm almost certain I have untreated depression, but I'm not comfortable talking to my parents about it at all and have no means to see a therapist by myself. I'm also not good at talking to teachers anymore.

The emotions I think are caused by the ****** year I've had so far. At the start of the school year, my parents (mother and stepfather) fought often and I had nowhere to turn, and about late November my father stopped talking to me altogether. I emailed him a few times but got no responses, and finally I got a letter from him saying he pretty much wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I haven't tried contacting him since.
My parents still fight fairly often, but if I even try to tell or indicate to them that it's upsetting me I end up getting dragged into the argument. And when my parents aren't fighting with each other, it's with me, and recently it's become more violent than it has in previous years. The insults directed at me have gotten worse and things have been thrown at me and hit - not pillows either, I'm talking hardcover books, metal rulers, things that are heavy and hurt like hell.
I've considered running away for a few days because of this, since I do know how to survive outside for short amounts of time, but for whatever reason I'm convinced otherwise by my friends every time.

When I say friends, I mean friends from KHV. I don't really tell my friends at school about this kind of thing, since my parents are always nice to them, and one of my closest friends has even mentioned that it seems to her like my mother likes her more than me. And honestly, she's probably right. I don't know what I'd say to my friends at school, they know me as a person that is rarely depressed and constantly makes jokes to cheer others up and is supportive. Which is true, I do act like that in front of them, and I do my best to make my friends smile, but some of that cheerfulness is a mask I use to avoid questions from them (or teachers).
So I don't really have anyone to talk to at home or school, and the one friend from school that I do confide in is, as of this morning, in the hospital due to a car accident.

And finally...the main thing that has been causing me hell for the past few months. I'm taking a course called Capstone, and basically it's a year-long research project on a subject of my choice. I decided to do it on the history of art in video games, since gaming is (obviously) something I love. Well...the class is pretty much hell. My teacher is new to the program, so he's trying to prove that he can get us to finish our projects before spring break (mid-April) and because of that he's been a huge ass to the entire class. I'm not saying this because it's just me having problems - he's literally using our class as a means to prove his point. Yeah, we're ahead of the other classes, but our grades are suffering quite badly because of it.
For example, in my thesis I wrote last year as an idea of what I was going to do for my project, I mentioned that if I had time at the end of the year, I would make a game. Before winter break, he asked me how progress on my game was going, and when I said that I hadn't made a game, he said that I had to because I said I would in my thesis. I was behind on writing at this point because I was looking desperately for sources on video games that weren't online, which is nearly goddamn impossible because there really aren't that many books on video games, let alone the history of art in them. I also had my flashdrive stolen during a critical time early on, causing me to lose all my game design stuff from the summer and several essays I had written. I was going to use my break as a way to catch up on writing, but now I had to put that off to learn how to use the program to make the game. By the end of the two weeks, I had some of the essays rewritten, but I had made a decent amount of progress on my game (including making seven sets of my own sprites) and showed him that when we got back. He said the essays were bad and that I should've spent less time making the game.
He also has no idea what my project focuses on, even though I've explained it to him several times, and in order to seem like he knows what he's doing he goes on Wikipedia and lectures me about what I should include in my essays in front of the entire class. Note that the things he looks up and pretends to know have absolutely nothing to do with my project, and again, I've told him that. And yes I know he looks it up on Wikipedia because I had started my basic research by link surfing on it and read exactly the same thing as he says.
Anyway, today I sent him an essay, which he responded to by saying that it was unacceptable because it had one cited source from the internet and that I should have more non-internet sources, and that it was written entirely in first person. The one cited source is from Wikipedia to show where the gaming term sprite originated from, and it's the only place I have found a definition of it. The majority of the essay is about sprites and common knowledge things (and according to this teacher, common knowledge doesn't need to be cited), while the last two paragraphs are my personal experience with working with sprites. They are the only two paragraphs of seven that are written in first person. I didn't know how to change all of that to third person, so I asked my friend, who is doing a similar project to mine but with theater. This is what I got.

Please tell me I'm not the only one that sees something wrong here. :/
So now I have to rewrite my essays that have first person in them, or I'll be getting an incomplete for the quarter, meaning my college acceptance may be jeopardized.

I really don't know what to do at this point, this is probably the lowest point of my life so far and I notice it more and more. I can't sleep, I don't really eat, and I've had some pretty dark (and suicidal) thoughts recently. Like when I'm driving sometimes my mind wanders and I'll think about just driving off the side of the road and wonder if anyone would really care that much. I doubt I'd actually do that, but the fact that the thought's come up more than once (kind of frequently now) bothers me a lot.