thexbatxbuckle;; embrace.creativity.

It always catches me off guard.  Slams me in the gut like a bloody two by four.  Rips me apart, and I can't do anything about it.  I hate being depression, hate suffering from this ridiculous disorder, but I hate even more talking about it.  Thus, I don't have any medication for it.  I wish I could just get done with work, go home, attempt to sleep off all these horrible thoughts and feelings that are plaguing me. I wish, well...

...i wish a lot of things. sigh.