Short Memo #10. Signs of Depression.
Getting up in the morning was no longer a routine, but a chore. The day begins with nothing to look forward to and the best time of day, the time you dream, was already over. Washing your face, eating breakfast, getting ready seem like a repetitive nightmare. The insides of you are tired, and you just want to give up breathing.
No one understands. The world is grey and lonely. The train to work is packed with people but you don't feel anyone. The more sugar you put in, the more bitter the cofee tastes. The news headlines don't surprise you, instead you wonder if you die would you make it in the paper. It starts to rain and you have no umbrella and your hair slaps into your eyes. You start to cry and hope that someone will come and pull you out of your misery.

No one ever came.