Oh yes, guess who feels another depressive stage coming on.

Honestly, I think it's been here for a while. With Nico's death and the things with my dad, and the normal everyday stress and drama, I think I'm starting to break. I can't remember the last night I didn't cry.

I'm a mess.

I just need everything to be good for a while. I need my dead friends back. I need things to be okay with friends I've lost or left. I need my family to get their shit together.

But I've realized that's never going to happen, and reality is going to destroy my mental health. I've accepted it at this point. I wish that wasn't how it is, but wishes don't mean shit.

Why can't life just be easy?