My Outfit: Converse. Ankle socks. Long jeans. Not too tight, not too baggy. Empire-waist shirt, probably dark, lowcut. A too-tight hair tie cuts into my wrist.

( The Movie-Viewing Exploits and Depression of Iaro, and How she Got Them.. )

You know, I really do think that depression (or at least my sort of depression) is like a Weeping Angel. (Doctor Who ref, for the poor unfortunate reader who is not familiar with it.) It seems that I cannot help but blink and I am transported back to that deep pit that I thought I had already (barely) clawed my way out of. The things that ail me ( Read more... )