And so...?

I know that I am down in the dumps, I get it. honestly I feel that the man upstairs, or the little people living in my head have the need to remind me of my depression every chance they get. They must live very sad little lives.



I used to be a cool shit. Very outgoing, extremely ballsy and fun. I don't even know what that is anymore, a complete foreign language to me. Talk about sad and pathetic. Even my TV shows aren't giving me my reason for getting through the day. My life is so repetitive, and such a waste. I have no interest in doing anything that requires an ounce of energy, which sums up pretty much breathing and beyond. don't you wish you could be my friend, I am just a ray of fuckin sunshine!
I'm even struggling at writing anything creative, well anything that doesn't consistent of banging my head against the keyboard. That would be a kickass blog, and I should be nominated for some blogging award on that one!