Depression...

It's not me...it's my roommate.

I keep trying to make it better but I'm making it worse. He's my best friend and I can't make him happy.

People keep telling me I'm depressed. I don't think so.

There is a big black cloud over this house and it's not mine. It's his.

I thought I was dark. I can't wear enough black to compare to what he feels.

It makes me really sad.