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2005-01-18 - 1:32 a.m. Some times in the mornings I walk down the halls and they are empty and there is no noise save for maybe my music wafting under my door and I haven't seen anyone for eight hours and I feel isolated and nobody is alive and I think to myself "This is how life should be." Other times it is the same situation but it makes me scared and I want to scream and make everyone appear. I can't figure out which one is indicative of my depression.

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