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Actually I was in quite the same situation. If your depression is truly life long, go to a doctor. Back in high school I used to think my depression was caused by one girl, but when I actually thought about it I realized there hasn't been a time in my life I can remember I wasn't down. So around Thanksgiving I got help, and after getting tested for a thyroid disorder it was quite clear I have a chemical imbalance. Started taking prozac, and it's literally turned my life around. It just makes you normal. I was at the point where I couldn't even remember what I good day felt like. Now, normal days are better than any day I had for the longest time. It's like a huge weight has been lifted off, the world doesn't seem depressing anymore. Little things make your day better. Things won't agitate you as much. Your world will turn around. People who've never been depressed just don't understand you can't just snap out of it, you need help whether it's caused chemically or otherwise.
Don't think just meds are going to do it though, if I let myself slip I can feel the depresssion coming on. As has been said before, your attitude has alot to do with it. And now I absolutely fucking refuse to be down again, I'm never putting myself through that hell again. The day I fall into depression is the day I've failed myself. Just don't let the depressing thoughts take over your brain, push them out and do something to take your mind off of them.
I can remember how hard it was to make those first few steps too, towards getting help. Just do it, don't keep putting it off and certainly don't let the depression keep you isolated, that makes it worse. Just get help asap.
Working out helps in the mean time, really straining your body always clears my mind. Listening to music, spinning and just being around friends helps. Don't worry about girls, I felt the same way but it'll come. And once you see how truely dumb some of the ones you've been chasing after can be, you'll just laugh.
If you do decide to move out, make SURE you have someone living with you. My first year of college my roomate moved out halfway through the year, which just isolated me more and more. The 2nd semester of last year was the lowest I've ever been. And it didn't get any better until I did something about it.
Sorry about the long post, but good luck and hope you get over this.
Oh yeah, guess it's not the best place for my first post but oh well...
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