depressed.

I wish people around me would realize that I, too, am vulnerable.
They see me get irritated. They hear me laugh. They see my smile. They listen to my jokes. They listen to my stories. But they've never seen me cry. They've never heard the story behind the story.

I feel down and I want to cry. Maybe just a product of boredom (or that dumb PMS).
But I don't feel good. There are a lot of things I want to do, people I want to see, words I want to say but no chance to.

this will pass. I hope it does soon.