Fighting the depression feels pointless. It's going to come whether I like it or not. I fought it off last night, then had my mind jumping a million places before I slept maybe an hour later. I slept enough for a normal person, but I guess that could have affected my mood. Today I've been fighting... losing hope... giving up.... Sitting in the rain without a rainjacket probably wasn't the best idea, but it's less destructive than other things.