I have depression and I want to talk.

but not about you. I'm tired of that.

if you want to tell me you have felt this way before, or how you have dealt with it, or anything about you, please don't do it under the pretense of making me feel better. I'll talk about your shit, whatever, just not when you tell me you want to talk about my shit.

It makes me vaguely depressed when Erik talks about his friends in Washington who play Magic and do Magic things for work. He is always so excited. Is this what it's going to be in 10 years? I know it can be someone's passion, I guess, but it's still a card game.

Since I came back to Tempe on Monday, I have suffered a radical mood shift. I am depressed, angry and frustrated for no reason, and I keep getting this killer headache.


wtf mang

things are boring

and i feel like first wave emo

i want to go home

but i thought this was home?

I am unhappy

and my friends are on too many drugs to care

I had such a fucking awful day yesterday.

the highlights included, but were not limited to:

being stuck in rush hour traffic

being stuck out in an intersection while trying to take a left for 3 cycles

my period starting during aforementioned traffic

getting home to find the toilet broken

I can't handle this.

I AM SO SCARED TO EVEN BE A FAKE REAL PERSON