They say you should avoid making any big decisions when you’re depressed.
So then, I guess I’ll just be stuck here, floating in an unending sea of homeostatic hopelessness.
Asides
more…
Why am I always looking for something better, more, different?
I get exactly what I want and yet… it’s never enough.
strange…
I think it’s strange how I find it more difficult to write when I am happy than when I am depressed.
Perhaps it’s because when I am depressed, I want to get the feelings out.
But when I am happy, I want to hold on to them as tightly as possible.
forgetting the agony 