Oh yeah....a depressive one. I'm not even going to lie.

There's so much I want to write about, so much I want to vent. But I can't. I can't talk about it without the problem being so blatantly obvious and the person in question finding out.

Though I'll admit I'm not sure where the emotions that caused my current foul mood came from, but while they're here they're just turning me into an emotional wreck.

I just want to cry, and have done, because I can't verbalise my own thoughts, tears are the only way to vent some of my frustration. Tuesday night I just said it was because of the alcohol. 'I must be one of those depressed drinkers,' I thought to myself. Even I didn't believe me.

A friend told me I shouldn't put on a front, I should tell people how I feel so that I can get sympathy and a loving shoulder to cry on. But let's be honest, no one I know (including myself) has much sympathy for whiny attention-seekers.

I don't know, I just want to feel happy again, I kinda want to go back a month to when I was always so happy without a care or worry in the world.

Unfortunately life isn't that kind