I guess that my depression has slowly crept back into my life. Maybe it's because things are getting weird lately.

It was slow at work today, so the day dragged. This morning, my friend called me at 6AM. I just got out of bed. He called me from JFK Airport in NY, which was nice of him to do. He's waiting for a flight to Johannesburg. I felt depressed this morning because I didn't get much sleep and I was very hungry. I didn't expect to get a call at 6AM; and if I get a call at that time, I get apprehensive because I think that it could mean bad news. Also, I felt emotionally hung over from last night being in the pool area with people who were rude. It means so much to me to be able to meet someone nice at where I live; and it seems like it's just impossible!

My friend asked me, "how am I?" I told him about the bad people I met at the pool area. After all, with a real good friend, I feel that I should tell him what's on my mind. He then said, "I don't want to hear about it." That really hurt me. And then throughout today, I felt guilty for possibly ruining his trip. Well, at least he has his wife to console him if I did.