#butmyself

I've been depressed, on and off, for a while now. I have not added anything to the pages I have created on you. I sit here in this chair, feeling like a slob and a failure. 

But the constant stream of images is a distraction from the fact that I have turned into a untrusting, slow train of old and tired issues that have moved on to somewhere in the distance or found shelter in my roots. 

In this state, I can only hope to sacrifice for the ones I love and move on, wish death and misfortune on those I hate and force myself to take care of myself.

I had to write something honest. Facebook is for false fronts in my opinion, or as I have used it. 

To those I have neglected, I apologize. I am trying not to build a nest of blankets and clothes on the floor, curl up and shrivel for the weekend. 

The hardships of self therapy are heavier than I can bear. I believe I'll be seeking someone to talk to. 

With much love and apathy,