I am so effing sad, depressed, lonely and exhausted. Not physically exhausted but mentally and emotionally. Does this mean, when you see me tomorrow or whenever, I will look this way? No. I don't do that. It is called functional. When alone in a bedroom and all you can do is think and imagine saying things that you want to yell but you know where that got you in the past ... you let it dwell deep inside of you. As it is, when I write, I still wake up the next day and wonde