I may be some sort of crazy.

There was this girl who always used to come in to work to see me every day. She stopped visiting and I found out it was because she died two weeks ago. It's sort of upsetting in a way that makes you think.

I'm not a doctor, but I think I'm depressed. It's pulling at me in a way I can't describe. Like the nagging way my brain yells at me to veer my car off to the right while I'm on a bridge. I mean, I wouldn't do it, don't get me wrong here. This isn't a cry for attention or anything. But it's the simple fact that my brain is telling me that it's okay to do it, it wont hurt for long, and no one would notice right away anyway. That's not me being suicidal, okay? So don't think that. But it's there. The nagging.

I'm sick and tired of people getting angry at me for stupid things. If you're going to waste our time being angry then just stop talking to me until you're over it. It accomplishes nothing and only serves to piss me off. The next time it happens, expect me to be the first to walk away.

On a lighter note, I've realized I can't function unless Lauren is around.