I told my mom that I think I have S.A.D, and she said OH YOU DO NOT NOW STOP WORRYING. She does not seem to realize the seriosity of the matter. I don't know if I'm really depressed, it's just that I can't help that I'm just too fucking shy to talk to people. Seriously, you may think I'm not, but the truth is I don't speak unless spoken to. I've got to get prescription foot inserts. Wow. Well, comment on this I guess. If you want to.