Depression came like a heavy cloak. I couldn't shake it off. It stirred up my old feelings for him and refreshed the pain of our breakup; it made me feel like an incompetent leader while i'm leading cell and dance. An absolute wasteland inside me. I love my friends, but none could make me happy. Perhaps i may leak out some of my sadness.. but many walk by without stopping to listen. Or perhaps they are too preoccupied with themselves to want to notice.