I am depressed. Again. I don't want to say why, for I am ashamed.
So now I cannot bring myself to care. About my friends. My family. My future. My life. My homework. My school. My blog. Everything I'm looking forward to seems bland and pointless right now. My day was...well I've had worse. But I've had so many better.
Because of the people who know me read this blog, I cannot say what I would like to. I considered making a new one, a fresh start that noone knows about, where I can whisper my darkest thoughts aloud. But I can't be bothered to do even that, and nothing is secret on the internet anyway.
I will get better. I always do. But it's hard right now. Some time ago, months or a year, I would live for my dreams at night, waiting for sleep and release. Then, in happier times I slept to make tomorrow come quicker. Now I think I am returning to my dream world.
I have things to say, and no words to say them. Pictures perhaps.
You'd think out of one thousand eight hundred and ninety-two songs on my iTunes, there's be one I wanted to listen to.