"I'm not sure if I'm depressed. I mean, I'm not sad but I'm not happy either. I can laugh and smile and joke during the day, but sometimes when I'm alone at night I forget how to feel." She said. Then she took the sharpener to get out the blade and started to cut. Why was she obligated to do this every night ? Her dreams, her hope, her life just fell down. But he catched it. He catched her.