Meh.
Depression sucks. I hate how it just kinda lurks in the background, always kinda there, at least tolerable most of the time, but sometimes just leaps out of nowhere, in your face, like a hobo bothering you on the bus while you're trying to read. And I hate how it always brings me to the same thoughts about the futility of relationships. And no, it has nothing to do with Valentine's Day. Probably more to do with the tiny, dying kernel left of the naivety of my youth.
Wasn't like there was anything to trigger it. Just...suddenly, there it is.
Anyway...whatever. It'll pass. Always has, always will.
Wasn't like there was anything to trigger it. Just...suddenly, there it is.
Anyway...whatever. It'll pass. Always has, always will.