I can feel myself slipping into the depression that I was once so used to. I had become comfortable with myself and had gotten away from the depression, but lately I have felt otherwise. I feel as though I do not have many close relationships with my friends anymore, and the friends I have are bailing on me lately. I feel under appreciated with Jose at times. I feel angry with myself for getting angry because of Simon's snide comments (which I don't understand why, after a year, he feels the need to continue to bring me down). I feel frustrated with my parents because even now, after almost 4 months of my relationship, they still treat Jose in a way he does not deserve. I feel overwhelmed with the amount of schoolwork I am encountering. I have recently acquired a (very awesome) job as a clown, but I still find myself wanting more. I can't seem to find the words to throw myself into my writing, and that is bringing my spirits down. What I do write is nothing good, and even when it is good it's very depressing and in the form of a song or a poem, which doesn't help my book.