Sorry for another depressing rant!
But I hate depression!
But even writing whatever comes to mind helps. To feel like I’m doing something I guess, that I’m not wasting away.
It’s 12:40pm.
Thinking of the time is dreadful.
What do I do with the 12 hours I’ll probably be awake.
I know it doesn’t sound like much. But it is when you have nothing to do.
Yea. I don’t know what else to write, without rambling. So I’ll leave it at that.
I Hate Depression
