Spring is a terrible season. I can't think of anything more depressing than all that bright light and the damned pollen. People cheerfully greet each other and talk about how great it is to get out into the sunlight. WTF? Don't they know that sunlight is a killer? Oh... wait ... I think I understand. It's a form of collective suicide... somehow. Seriously people, there are better and faster ways. Google it.
I think depression, to me, is a lack of dreams and a lack of tears. I can't feel anything. I'm not happy and I'm not sad. I should be in the middle of PMS hysteria and I'm not having even the slightest mood swing. And the dreams. I don't even have nightmares anymore. Picture that.
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