I want the sun

Just tired. Very, very, very tired. It's probably a depression episode and I don't want to admit it. Fine.
Everything hurts so fucking much in so many different ways. I feel useless and I feel like crying but I won't let myself cry.
There is only so much the cats can do, and there is only so much the exercise can do, and there is only so much I can do by applying colorful makeup and brushing my hair until it shines.
Just tired.
It will pass.
It always passes.
Right now, it's all dark and smothering and hurting. It will go away soon. I don't know when. But I know I can fight it. I just need to prepare for battle. Etcetera.

Anyway, how are all of you?

I want the sun

Just tired. Very, very, very tired. It's probably a depression episode and I don't want to admit it. Fine.
Everything hurts so fucking much in so many different ways. I feel useless and I feel like crying but I won't let myself cry.
There is only so much the cats can do, and there is only so much the exercise can do, and there is only so much I can do by applying colorful makeup and brushing my hair until it shines.
Just tired.
It will pass.
It always passes.
Right now, it's all dark and smothering and hurting. It will go away soon. I don't know when. But I know I can fight it. I just need to prepare for battle. Etcetera.

Anyway, how are all of you?

I want the sun

Just tired. Very, very, very tired. It's probably a depression episode and I don't want to admit it. Fine.
Everything hurts so fucking much in so many different ways. I feel useless and I feel like crying but I won't let myself cry.
There is only so much the cats can do, and there is only so much the exercise can do, and there is only so much I can do by applying colorful makeup and brushing my hair until it shines.
Just tired.
It will pass.
It always passes.
Right now, it's all dark and smothering and hurting. It will go away soon. I don't know when. But I know I can fight it. I just need to prepare for battle. Etcetera.

Anyway, how are all of you?

I want the sun

Just tired. Very, very, very tired. It's probably a depression episode and I don't want to admit it. Fine.
Everything hurts so fucking much in so many different ways. I feel useless and I feel like crying but I won't let myself cry.
There is only so much the cats can do, and there is only so much the exercise can do, and there is only so much I can do by applying colorful makeup and brushing my hair until it shines.
Just tired.
It will pass.
It always passes.
Right now, it's all dark and smothering and hurting. It will go away soon. I don't know when. But I know I can fight it. I just need to prepare for battle. Etcetera.

Anyway, how are all of you?