Same old

I’m so f*****g sad. 

There’s no way to put it to make it sound beautiful because it’s not. 

There’s no way to explain it because I can’t. 

Depression is lethargy, depression is disgusting. 

Sadness is unending.

I guess I’m a f*****g dead pan finding no amusement in anything. 

I want to retreat, or indulge in some kind of new adventure.

I don’t know where to start.

Making promises to myself that I can’t keep is becoming to habitual.