During the various periods of depression I've gone through before, I never really felt like I wanted to quit. I figured things could get better, and eventually they would - only to become bad again. I dont care so much anymore. I feel like hell. I'm in a pit, I feel tired, I am disinterested in anything that doesnt involve being left alone to do something entirely escapist. I dont want to do business, I dont want to talk to friends, I dont want to discuss anything with my family...I'm not even sure I want to feel better anymore. I dont think I care anymore, or maybe it would be easier if I didnt care... The suicial thoughts are getting really annoying, though I know they aren't real and I wont act on them. But what's worse is the anger. I'm so angry at everyone and everything that ultimately put me in this place I'm in - and that includes being angry with myself. When I feel like this, I dont even want to have fun. It would take too much effort.

"A wise man leaves the road, and finds the way."
- Lao Tse