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.

Decision Making

So I'm horrible at decisions, and I want some advice. Should I go to Stella's funeral, even though many of the people going were much closer to her than me? I'm not sure if I belong there, on the other hand I might feel bad if I don't go...AHHH

(If clueless about identity or Stella, scroll down)

And I have to make "baked goods" for a NHS bakesale. The stupidest part is that I don't really want to be part of NHS. But, since I'm afraid of Mrs. Clift, I'll do it, at least for the rest of the year. Muffins better count as baked goods.