I'm not depressed. Just so overworked and overwhelmed. Or maybe I am depressed. Maybe in a few months I will think about slitting my wrists. Maybe I'll start doing coke. Or maybe I just want to start my fucking life. Tonight I have to study for two tests in Chemistry tomorrow. I want to be an artist. It's all bullshit. Maybe instead I'll raid the liquor cabinet and then shower the whiskey off all night.