11.17.2004

I don't deserve my friends. They're just too freaking good for me. I've been battling depression on and off for a few weeks. I've been hiding it pretty well -- not great all the time, but most of the time no one would notice anything was wrong. I don't even want to get what's causing it, because I did that for one of my PALs teachers (They're all counselors, so she's been helping me a lot), and it was fifteen fricking pages and took me like three hours to write and I really don't want to do it again. Anyway, there's just a lot going on right now, and I'm feeling pretty crappy. So, two days in a row, I get balloons from my friends. And I don't think I've gotten balloons at school before. I don't think I can possibly express how good that made me feel. Honostly, those two balloons (and quiz bowl tryouts on Monday! Yay!) have been the only real bright spots I've noticed in the last couple weeks. . That's all I have to say.