Didn't walk out

I had a struggle tonight in photography class, I almost packed my bag and walked out. Nothing happened in class to make me feel like this, just an overwhelming urge to get out and hide somewhere and cry. Despite being with several people I consider friends I felt overwhelmingly alone. Unfortunately despite doing some interesting work, I feel unbearably low, I had to fight back tears as I walked home and the moment I got through the door I started crying. Not even watching Morecombe and Wise has got me to stop.