Tending towards
Depression - that deep mire that one cannot pull him or herself from - is a sinking feeling that envelops you slowly, eating away at your toes and then your legs and upwards towards your stomach. It's a feeling of second guessing, not superiority. You are a fraud, a liar, a no one. Every accomplishment, no matter how small or insignificant, was, obviously, due to something that someone else did. You have never done anything worth noting. Depression slowly sucks the color out of crowds. You are so alone, even when with friends, that you don't think that you have anyplace to go. You have nowhere to turn but to that dark corner of your mind where the hard truth lies... the truth that you are a coward, a liar, and a fraud. People may say nice things to you, but you are so sure of the truth that you can't help but hate them for saying it. You know that you are no one and they're just mocking you for telling you differently. Depression is a slow suffocation.
Okay?
That's what it really is.
On an entirely different note...
Life is going swimmingly. I don't think I've felt this excellent in a year and a half or so. Problems that I know are small now seem so and everything's just great.
I'm so excited about my present and my future and just life and... it's awesome.
An excellent mood (n): What I am in at present
Yay, life!!
Okay?
That's what it really is.
On an entirely different note...
Life is going swimmingly. I don't think I've felt this excellent in a year and a half or so. Problems that I know are small now seem so and everything's just great.
I'm so excited about my present and my future and just life and... it's awesome.
An excellent mood (n): What I am in at present
Yay, life!!