Bear with me if this sounds like AI. I used google translate to go from Spanish to english. The novelty of this new phase of my life marked by the start of university has faded, and I find myself once again, in a depressive state. I began to reflect and arrived at the same conclusion: my depressive episodes have not been sad for a while; they're mere discontent. I dont cry over feelings of insecurity or disappointment. I feel incapable. I am aware that I need to get up, yet I am consumed by my own lack of self control. Five more minutes of rest turn into two hours before I realize it. It’s 2am, Im sitting on the bathroom floor, my fingers aching, writing this instead of trying to finish my project due tomorrow. I don’t know if I have the necessary amount of materials, and I don’t care enough to find out. I feel nothing but indifference. I’m lucky that my classmates are just as lazy as I am, so I haven’t had to explain my unproductivity to any professors.