No, I'm exaggerating. I guess.
Recently I fell into depression. If you ask what happened, the answer is simple. Family matters.
I'm still not ready to say what actually happened, I'm not a person who can talk with someone openly. Heck, the truth is, I don't know how to talk with someone about my problems. Probably that's why my parents can't figure out what the hell is happening to me. I can't even talk to my sister and I usually share with her everything.
The thing that annoys me the most is when I'm happy again, when I'm finally getting out of the depression, someone always has to fuck up my mood and throw me back. Especially my parents.