I’m definitely depressed again.
THIS SHIT AGAIN.
I can already tell
this time’s going to be a lot worse.
I usually have a vague sense of hope that things aren’t always going to be so bad,
but I do not have the energy for hope this time.
All I have to do is be mostly silent and cry a bit
and everyone leaves me alone.
This is too easy.
This is how I know it’s going to be worse this time.
This is just how it is.
This is what it’s like to be nothing.
This is who I am now.