I'm just a little bit depressed.

Don't know why.

Just am.

Hmm.

Oh well. It will pass. It always does.

.

Rosie.

PS, I had quite a severe bout of depression a couple days ago, and I was laying on the floor and I didn't see the worth in moving, although class was shortly, and I was *this* close to crying. Jesslyn was there, and she asked if I was okay.

"I'm okay. Just a kind of depressed. It'll pass."

"Oh, Rosie. I love it how you can say that."

Am I wiser for realizing the fact that it *will* pass, or far, far more naive?

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