Now there are many things that make me depressed. But there's nothing more depressing than when mum makes me try on dresses. They all look good, I look good in them and I don't want to take them off but there's no point in keeping them. I had 3 dresses in my closet - white which I wore to the J-party, red which I wore to the prom and black which I never wore though I once lent it to my friend. That says it all.