Depression isn't all razor blades and bottles of pills. It isn't all suicide notes and loaded hand guns. Depression isn't always that girl who wears long sleeves all the time, tugging on the ends. It isn't always the skinny boy who wears baggy clothes and hides in the back of the classroom. Sometimes your depression is all smiles, laughter and good grades. Sometimes depression is the boy you sit next to in class and share a textbook with. Sometimes it's the girl with the big round glasses and straight A's that sits in the front row. It's depression that goes unnoticed and by the time you do notice, it's already to late...