Another year goes by and I've done nothing when all I do every day is survive. I feel like I'm still 16. I have all the reasons to be depressed, and my depression IS the appropriate response because I know that if I were happy, then I am insane, because there's nothing much to be happy about when I look around the rock bottom I am in.
Here's to another year, nona. Hope things go well at least this time. >How do I cope with this? A hot steamy bath, something tasty to eat or a walk outside in a park, maybe. Something that pampers the inner child's five senses.