Pretty. Odd. Luna

I focus on depression too much.  But the reality is that it seems all around me.  I can relate to others who have it.  But they can also bring me down.

I found out that a girl in my class has been going through a similar process as me.  She ultimately ended a friendship, just as I once ended a relationship.

There's the old saying that boys and girls cannot be just friends.  But that's not what I wonder anymore.  I wonder if I can be close with someone else who has depression and not become depressed myself.

I feel like I'm actually more functional than many of the people I have met.  Which is weird...I'm a wreck.  If I have a friend that is going through a tough time, I'm falling with them.

Depression is like a disease.  Easy to spread, difficult to get rid of.

I miss Ibsen.