Depressive

I feel myself like made of glass. Seems I can break any time in millions pieces and never get them together again. It's not like me. I'm used to be strong and good mood (maybe black slice sarcastic humour, but still with good tirades), but by now I can cry about anything. Boring. This bother me at hell. Like if it's not enough, my so-bloody-hot desire just slip away from me. Can I kill someone? Oh yeah, my lovely GBA game Broken Sword have a fuckin' bug and, guess who and when it was activated? One hundred points to Slytherin (or what the damn other house you must be) to who said ME and FAR AWAY FROM BEGINNING (or CLOSE TO END). Just to make things better, I haven't idea about what to do with a huge work about a little complex theme from my university course. Oh, I might be depressive. So, I'm gonna ending the post by now.