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yggdra_silBeing depressed is like being covered, suffocated with a huge, wet blanket. And I hate it passionately. Or, rather, I hate it passionately afterwards. Right now I'm not really capable of doing anything with the least bit of passion.
Today I didn't get the slightest bit of work done - all I've been doing is waste time and wibble. Wasting time and not getting work done makes me angry at myself, which makes me depressed because I feel like a bad person.
Especially because at the moment I don't want to see anyone and right now people want to meet or need me to be there for them. Or I think I should be there for them.
E. for example. I was angry at her - and still I feel bad for not wanting to go to her birthday. Or V. there's a party this evening and I'm sure she would have liked me to go there, but I simply couldn't. I hope she's not angry or something.
Bleh.
Today I didn't get the slightest bit of work done - all I've been doing is waste time and wibble. Wasting time and not getting work done makes me angry at myself, which makes me depressed because I feel like a bad person.
Especially because at the moment I don't want to see anyone and right now people want to meet or need me to be there for them. Or I think I should be there for them.
E. for example. I was angry at her - and still I feel bad for not wanting to go to her birthday. Or V. there's a party this evening and I'm sure she would have liked me to go there, but I simply couldn't. I hope she's not angry or something.
Bleh.
