The day has just begun and I already feel like breaking down. Nothing is right, including me. I feel miserable, depressed, but ashamed for feeling so, for being such a downer. I can't force myself to be happy though. I can't force myself onto other people either. So I sit. And keep my thoughts to myself, and they burn in my head. And when I let them come seeping out, even just a little, I come out sounding like a raving lunatic.

I don't know what I feel or think right now, other then just quiet desperation. And self-loathing. And loneliness, emptiness.