the first day of depression
sure i've been down in my life but i never hit the depression level. it started this morning when i woke up, the first actual cold morning as my humanities teacher put it. the kind of day when you wake up, wear all gray, hair carelessly swept to the side of your face, dark lipstick and a pair of sunlgasses over you tear filled eyes. The kind of day where everything you do, everything you see, everything you hear reminds you of that one person. It's just taunting me, constantly reminding me of the reason why I feel this way in the first place. It's some sick mind game, testing you on what's real to you. Nothing but realizations and lists of who I really am. The things I value, you goals, dreams, motivations, hates, love, they all become so clear. so i'll sit and watch the clock til i'm with you.