This is even weirder when you realize that that was during one of my most major depressive episodes. I felt like such a cheater—those poor kids were trying so hard to be depressed.
The truly depressed are rarely as proud of their depression as the naturally happy trying to seem depressed want to be able to be. The truly depressed are proud of how happy they can get away with being in spite of their depression.

My favorite word is "surreptitious". For me it evokes something cold and slimy engaged in a quick and sinous crawl across a wide expanse without anybody noticing.