I’m sleepy. And I’m sad. I feel like I can’t talk to people. Well I can. But I can’t talk about certain things. I can’t talk about my unhappy things. I can’t complain about work unnecessarily. I can’t tell people how empty I feel. I can’t tell them I want to fail all my tests. I can’t tell them I don’t want to try anymore. I can’t tell them how there are days I don’t even want to get up. I can’t be sad. I can’t disappoint anyone. I can’t not try to help someone. I can’t say I won’t listen to someone because they will think that I don’t care. I can’t turn anyone away. I can’t say no. I can’t make someone else feel bad. I can’t get angry at someone. I can’t say all this negative stuff. I can’t be unpleasant. I can’t say bad things about people. I can’t act superior to anyone. I can’t ask for all of their attention. I can’t say I don’t know why I am sad. I can’t explain why I wake up sad. I can’t explain why I have no appetite. I can’t explain why I am unwilling to make myself happy. Yet I act happy. I can’t be happy. But I can’t not be happy for other people. I can’t be depressed.