I think I'm battling with a mild bout of depression. I think. Can't be too sure yet. Or perhaps I'm just exaggerating, I can't be too sure.

What I'm sure of is that I hate this. Feeling this way, you know? That mixture of desperation, longing, loneliness. If I could I'd buy myself a huge crate and stay there till whenever and not come out till I've managed to overcome this pathetic, silly, minimal existence of mine because I HATE IT.

Fuck this shit to the very core of everything.

Just fuck this shit.

Siti