Warning: Bad Language…Depression
Lets talk about depression for a minute. Or lets let me talk to my dogs about depression, since there isn’t anyone here.
This sucks. This makes me feel hopeless and desolate. I simply have to keep on living. I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere. Or is that my journey? Always looking for the light and never finding it. It fucking pisses me off to feel this way I hate it. I want to will it to be gone. Period.
I have a faith, and am praying and I know that God is hearing these prayers. It’s been proven. I have to get my head out of this web of dust and dirt. But it just seems to creep back in and pounce when I’m not expecting it. This shit is real. Real fucked up.
And it makes me angry. Obviously.
Maybe I’ll look into getting a heavy bag. Something I can kick and punch. Get the pent up energy out…maybe I’ll lose some fat while I’m at it.
Jump, skip,. I rearranged my bedroom. Maybe I can get some better vibes with everything facing different directions now. PPPAAAHAHAHHH!!!!! Who am I kidding. You can’t feng scchhhwaaaayyy anything around here.
My brain fog is fogging things up. Can’t keep a straight thought or make a clean sentence without saying fuck, or shit. Fuckshit.
I’m outta here. My head hurts.