|Happy New Year
||[Dec. 31st, 2008|06:12 pm]
I take naps the most when I'm feeling regularly depressed, a fact that no one in my life has noticed, and I feel that there's no better time to be depressed than at the start of the new year. They say that whatever you do at the beginning of the year is what you are going to be doing for the rest of the year. If that is the case, then I am fucked.|
I know I am Depressed, capital "D" and all. I've known this for a while, and I have no idea what to do about it. If it wasn't for the fact that it usually makes me too tired to write, I probably wouldn't care; however, when something stops me from writing, it tends to upset me. I have enough outside impediments, thank you.
I also know that all these thoughts of self harm are not healthy. However, I am not nearly as concerned about this as I am about the depression. Self harm has never stopped me from writing. Thoughts of it has never stopped me from writing. People indulge in various forms of self harm all day, generally quite publicly and legally. What is the harm (no pun intended) in my little indulgence?
Is it wrong to be upset that no one has noticed these things about me? Well, I suppose they don't know many key facts about me: what are two more?