Still depressed. Still ... being me! But I can tell it's actually one of those long-term low-points (hello, i'm a perfect representation of bipolar II disorder, pleased to meet you!). I haven't really had one since ... end of eighth grade, I think, and god knows how stellar that ended up. I just don't want to get out of bed, I don't want to leave the house at all, and I've been missing more school this year than any of the ones before -- which is impressive. I'm failing weights because of absences, barely scraping a C in English (which requires a B- at semester's end to stay in honors), and ... etc.
Heeeere's hoping I feel better. You know. Relatively speaking.