Posted most of how I feel in this post. Other than that...
I'm alive. I feel bad, but I'll live. Thought the group gift ordeal bothered me so much I went depressed; isn't the case. Guess it's just another of those times where you just feel like crap. The #russiabynatives post won't be ready soon (sorry, lil).
One thing I notice about being depressed is that you look for attention, hard. You can't express it, but you look for others' approval and for people to cheer you up because you can't find it in you to do so.
I'd like to add something personable, but it's not something I can do right now; not on my own, anyway.