Struck by depression again. It comes it goes. Like the falling rain. Like nails through my eyelids. If I wasn't such a wimp I would say that physical pain was preferable to depression.

I want to sleep. I want to stay home tomorrow. I want cola and cake. I want love and to be loved. If only there was an easy way...

I hope I can get that medication soon. I think I need it a little bit. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling to pieces.

It feels like starting over every morning. I want to work to make things better but instead I end up working just to get out of bed. It gets tiring. So tiring.

So tired.

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