Prefer the imaginary world

All right. At least I can explain my insanity. Psychological problems stemmed from the changing of the dominant brain side.

Now, to explain my depression.
I don't know why.

Ever since I started dreaming about it, I've been totally feeling depressed. Nothing makes sense anymore. Add on that I can no longer see the bottom of this hole that I'm falling down, I don't think I can take this much longer.
I have to tell someone.

Only problem is, who to tell. I don't open up to my parents. Ever. Then, there are my friends. Stace's the only one I'm open with, but this is just going too far.
If I try to talk to him about this, it's going to end up as a disaster.
Who to talk to.

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One the bright (painful) side, fencing's better than I thought. I've almost lost complete use of my legs, but hey! Who cares! What can be more fun than attacking someone with a sharp metal rod?