I feel like crap today. Cranky, depressed, cranky, lousy & cranky. It freaks people out around here when I say that I'd like to go live by myself in a teensy-wee house like this.
They can come by, bring me freshly baked brownies and what not. I'm not an ogre or anything.
This depression isn't new, and apparently, not very rare. I've been alarmed at how many of my friends complain of the same things. Some of them formally diagnosed, treated and even hospitalized. I'm equally alarmed that %100 of these friends I met over the internet. I know them all in person now; been to their homes, cried into their coffee cups... they're real to me.
I am anticipating the study. The one that will show how the internet has brought out the inner-confessor in us, made us own our madness and and then toss it out into the universe, hoping for someone to latch on. And not in a 'misery loves company' kind of way. In a 'hey! I don't care what my old friends say! I am NOT a freak' kind of way