Broken the boundary. I'm no longer suffering from mild depression; it's become quite serious.

Why? Well, work is exhausting me. The stress from being responsible for the well-being of six people is tremendous, particularly since I've spent the last couple of nights as the only person there. Did I mention the co-worker I'll be working with for the next few days does nothing, leaving me to do all the work?

My role-playing is shot to hell, now. The only thing left for me to do is play Devil May Cry all night. Don't get me wrong, I like Devil May Cry, but I want to roleplay. I want to and I can't.

I feel like somewhere along the line I've lost track of most of the people on my friends list. Everything's changed, and I don't think I like the changes. I don't know what to do any more.

I feel empty. Empty and motionless. Frozen, perhaps.

I don't know how to express it. Except to say that I'm alone. That I'm lonely.