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broken all the way down
it is the first real spring-like day after the winter's excessively long months. i've been looking forward to this day all week, knowing it was coming, wanting to get outside again - finally. and i've not been outside once. instead i sit inside, listening to music, staring at the ceiling, fighting the sadness and tears i can't seem to get rid of. i've had too many of these bad days. perhaps my whole family is predisposed to mental illnesses - borderline personalities, diagnosible depression, a laundry list of physical ailments - perhaps i knew it was only a matter of time. tick-tock, as titus would say, crazy's coming. i just cannot pull myself out of this. some days i feel like i'm handling it. some days i even feel like i've starting making some decisions which may alter my path. but inevitably the darkness comes back, and with it the despair and the hopelessness. i just don't know what to do - and that is the most crushing knowledge of all. |