I’m starting to show the same symptoms of depression that I had when my cousin passed away. I don’t feel depressed about anything, though. I just don’t have an appetite even though I’m hungry. This steak taco in front of me is tasty but I don’t feel like eating it after only three bites. Before this meal, I haven’t eaten since 4pm yesterday. I never want to get out of bed. I prefer to be alone. I hope apathy doesn’t kick in or else I’ll really be worried. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m honestly not depressed…