Giungera.
Alright, it's a horrible day and I'm battling this particular wave of depression. Although I'm trying to cope with it, certain outside elements (and idiots) make it almost too much to bear. The depression seems to get worse before it gets any better and I keep thinking "Ego specto nex". The damned phrase just jumps into my regular train of thought and the urge to follow through with it only depresses me more because I can't exactly go against the canon.