Every time I have a conversation (phone) with my dad I erupt into a uncontrollable amount of tears. I make it certain that I hide my depression from my parents, so I usually go outside or into the bathroom. Holding my tears can be emotionally painful but I was able to collect myself enough keep a calm and steady voice. I admit I eventually cried at night thinking about my father's lecture about how I had no self control over my hormones and I wasn't following God's will over my geometry paper. He then told me about demonic towers and their relation to Greek God's, then began to tell me the world was going to end. All I wanted to do was tell him how my day went. (This was supposed to be a accomplishment post over how I was able to suppress my tears but I realize I can't consider this a accomplishment after reading this)