Depressions a bitch.  Can I just leave it at that?  Yep.  Hopefully I'll be too depressed to eat. The thought of eating isn't too appealing.  I guess that's the only good thing.  Other than that I have nothing good.  I'm a loser and a failure and worthless and fat and ugly and you get the idea.  I may not blog for a while.  My life is boring and I'm too depressed and yeah.  All I want to do is cry and I really don't want to.  I'm too depressed to cut.  I'm too depressed to even want to think about attempting suicide.  Do I have anything to look forward to?  No.  Am I going to look for something to look forward to?  No.  Am I going to spend excessive amounts of time doing nothing but sitting in my room being miserable?  Most likely.  I've had over 100 pageviews today.  Am I currently happy/excited/any sort of positive emotion?  No.  I was happy/surprised/excited/ect earlier.  I'm too depressed now to even give a fuck.  I'm off to go be miserable.

~Kes