Once again, I find myself battling depression. I really don't want to sit down and talk about it. I don't want to think about what I'm feeling. All I know if that I'm finding it harder and harder to control my emotions. I'm finding it much harder to bottle up and push down the pain that I'm feeling. I don't want to do anything, and the fact that I'm not really working a whole lot is depriving me of a necessary distraction. I like going to work and not having to think about the pain that's inside me.
I know, I don't really have a lot to be hurt by. I have had an easy life in all reality.
But that doesn't seem to matter. It still hurts.
I feel like I'm drowning in loneliness. I don't know how to reach out to other, I don't know how to form real relationships. And it hurts.
I constantly feel like a failure.
Question of the Day: none today.