Why am I awake at one in the morning? I'm tired. I'm in my parents' spare room. I can't sleep in my old bedroom anymore because my mom has it filled with crap. And she says *I* have a problem with too much stuff. Pfft. ~ I got too much life...running through my veins. Going to waste. ~ Do you ever wonder if you're missing a chapter out of the handbook of life? I feel like that all the time. Stumbling around, doing things, trying things, struggling and struggling and struggling. I feel alone a lot of the time. It's okay, mostly. I have good friends, good family. But I really feel it at the end of the day, when I peel off my socks and get into bed alone. And lay in the dark and press my ears into the pillow. I feel alone. I feel like I'm standing in the desolate wasteland of life. ~ I'm touching on bad depression. I have been for months. It gets so bad sometimes, I don't even write here. It just turns inward and feeds on itself and then I do nothing but walk. Walk and cry and walk and cry. I don't know why. I don't know why despair grips my throat so hard sometimes. It'll be nothing, too. I'll be watching TV, or riding the bus, or doing some art, when all of a sudden my heart will do a flip-flop, my throat will constrict, and letter a thousand feet tall will stampede across my brain: WHAT'S THE POINT OF THIS ALL. WE'RE ALL DUST IN THE END. THE ONLY PURPOSE TO LIFE IS TO PERPETUATE LIFE. WE ARE A DISEASE. I AM A DISEASE. I should just break the cycle. ~ I'm not too bad right now. But I worry that I've touched a depth of depression that will require professional help to get out of. I am working next week, though. That always helps pull me out of depression. Hopefully it's strong enough and hopefully I am not weak. . ~Rosie.
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