Thick_as_a_Planck
Bluelighter
Fuck me, I'm so depressed these days I don't even have the words to say. I feel the same as when you wake the day after a massive smoking session, tendrils still clinging to the mind. But it won't go away. And the things I think about in the morning... jesus christ, I can't even tell you. The past few weeks I've woken up every day at about five, six O'clock - and I normally don't go to bed til after two or three. I've come to the conclusion that I'm too sad to sleep. But sleep is the only place I can ever escape from the depression, if I can't even do that anymore... what's the fucking point? What's the fucking point in anything?

