I got home at 4am Saturday morning from a fun filled night. I felt good and I was proud that I had finally ventured out and done something new. Then I sat at home...ALL weekend long. Literally, I mean I stayed in my apartment ALL day long. I had invites to go out, but declined. For heavens sake, I haven't even opened the front door. It's very depressing. I'm falling into a depression. I can feel it. But I don't know how to stop it. I'm off to sulk in bed.