I'm at that mental stage again where just about everything makes me sad. It makes me even more quiet than usual, and I tend to sit around and just watch the people around me do whatever they do. They tend not to notice, and it makes me wonder whether I might actually be invisible. Part of the background that nobody really notices unless someone points out a small detail of it. I'm no more there than that mosquito-shaped spatter of dried-up blood on the otherwise flawless wallpaper. I keep wanting someone to ask me if I'm okay, and when they do, I turn away from the attention. Not that it happens often. It's hard to think when your brain is your worst enemy.