This one is related to the tangent I went on at the end of my last entry. Depression. Though I've not been diagnosed with depression, and am not one to self-diagnose, I do at least believe o exhibit signs of depression. Whether it be from depression or something else entirely, I have no clue, but it eats up at me. A lot of the time, I'll do something, something I promised I would stop doing (which I've promised myself a lot for many different issues I've suffered), and for a bit afterwards, I'll feel good (typically this 'thing' would be an indulgence). But then, I'll be disappointed in myself. And then I'll be sad. And then I'll hate myself. And then I'll feel utterly empty. And this progression of emotions isn't just present in those circumstances, nor does it always follow that order. Sometimes, it'll be late at night, I'll be messing around doing something or other, and suddenly, lucidity. I see my entire current, past, and potential life through a dark tinted lense. --Psi--