Wounded soul

I started typing this entry about 3 hours ago and had begun it by saying I was invisible. And it was true, I did feel that way and tears were in my eyes as I walked that familiar half an hour walk to the office, constantly threatening to embarrass me, disarm me. They didn't though, I fought through it and as soon as I sat down at my desk the work began in full force and snapped me into productive mode. So I am now more pissed off than invisible, but I suppose that's better. Maybe by lunchtime i'll be back to my mediocre self. 

Nothing has happened to make me feel this way, it's just the same old stuff grinding me down I guess. I can't shake this depressive episode i'm going through. 'What am I doing with my life?' keeps coming to my mind. Will I keep doing what i'm doing, will I keep waiting, will I keep wondering, will I stay trapped in this endless circle? I just can't think of words to say. Everything hurts. Even my soul feels wounded...