Well, I'm not so sure about that, it just feels that way.
I sleep at 1 AM, wake up at 6:30, go to work, meet friends, smile a lot, work for a cause (Tunisian elections) ... But when I think about myself and face my thoughts and feelings, it's obvious and unignorable, the truth is there, screaming "you're depressed, no matter how hard you try to hide it"
Normally talking about it to friends helps, or a shower. I don't feel like doing any of those. I'm left with the third option: "Writing about it". I doubt it would do but I'm desperate.
You'll know I feel better if I edit this post in the next seven days. Ha! Who am I talking to?