My depression has never really gotten better. I just learned to force myself to pull it together and get things done. Everyone just assumes that I'm fine, why wouldn't they? I make time to see my friends, I go to class, stay on top of my work, have a job. 

I'm SO tired. All the time. There's a whole other side no one sees. My dorm covered in trash I can't be bothered to take out. Grocery bags with groceries I haven't put away because I couldn't bring myself too. Unwashed dishes of several weeks sitting on my desk. The fact that I cry almost eveey single day before I go to bed. How ill lose 10 pounds because I don't have the enrgeey to make food and then gain 15 back from stress eating. No one sees it. 

Anytime I express any discontent everyone gets uncomfortable, like they don't want to deal with me. I can't hold it together anymore