Dear dear's worried that I might get depression! I don't think I'm fine. I'm not sure if it's PMS, or is it for the pressure I'm getting from don't know where. Everything is the same. But yet, I feel differently. I can cry at the slightest thing - while watch Oprah on TV yesterday morning, listening the song, even reading my book. And then, I keep thinking that what if one day, I'm not around anymore... or daddy, or mummy... or any one. Life is so fragile. I'm afraid of losing anyone I love.
