I think I'm grinding down ... every little thing feels like a bfd. Like it's too much effort to have to put staples into the stapler ... like it's one thing piling upon another.

Typical depression stuff.

It's hard being trapped in a corner - no where to turn, and no choice but to fight your way out of it, even though you don't want to fight, you just want a little rest, peace, and quiet.

Tired of injustice
Tired of the schemes
The lies are disgusting
So what does it mean
Kicking me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks

Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin' out souls but
I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight

'Scream', Michael Jackson/Janet Jackson

At times, I think I was so wrong to not just give into it and go along with the flow, let the currents carry me and the river consume me. At least I wouldn't have to fight it any more. Just accept my fate and let it be ... whatever it may be. End up the crazy homeless dude living in a cardboard box. It might just be easier, perhaps there would be a kind of peace in that existence.

Let me just say that ... I hope I've hit the bottom of it, and it will start to get better. I'm sure it will. I guess I must continue to have faith in that, and in myself.