Fuck Depression

The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing and everything else required to keep it alive.

Here in the big city, people spend their time thinking about work and money, they don't give some value to friendships and it can be depressing. Being depressed is something we all have to go through every now and then. Usually when people are depressed, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition (Which I've always failed at). But when they get angry, they bring about a great change.

Man, I hate to write all these depressing shit, but I don't have a game. I'm so alone, so depressed, so dark, and I can only find solace in this tiny space. Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.

Come Maya, come give daddy a hug.