Everything was going so well, but my crutches are finished now. School is well over as are my summer plans, already. My meds were working so well, I don't know why they've stopped. I can't remember any reason for excitment in life - why am I living again? To continue in awkward disconnectedness. The numbness and the pain come in waves, I don't know which I prefer. I really thought I'd found working solutions for this depression, but it shouldn't surprise me I was wrong. Return to doubts and deathwishes - it seems naive to bother hoping for anything else.