After two years, someone has finally noticed my dejection. They say it’s physically showing in my face, I didn’t know what to say. I’m generally a happy person, I never thought anybody would notice. I make people laugh, I laugh with them, I’m a seemingly happy extrovert, likeable person. I never thought anybody would see through the facade, but they did. They think it’s ‘pressure from school’. They think my ‘depression stems from pressure, in school?’. I’m so happy someone has recognised, but not for the right things. They’re forcing this on me, they’re not listening to the person who’s living through it everyday. I don’t know. I don’t get it. I’m listening to them, I want them to listen to me too, I embody this affliction, it’s not engulfed all my thought and made me act hysterical. I can’t talk about it, I don’t know how to, I become catatonic when I try to. I’m confused, I don’t even know what I’m feeling myself.