"Keeping these impressions in view, I was cautious
in what I said before the young lady; for I could not
be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was
a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes which
half led me to imagine she was not..."
-from "The System of Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether" by Edgar Allen Poe
I really freaking hate how depression
seems to come out of
nowhere,
without any warning.
you could be having a great day,
then bam.
you feel like shit,
you start crying, and
you lose hope
in things that hadn’t even
crossed your mind
prior to the sudden onslaught.
and you simmer in that,
until you pass out
and sleep.
and then all too quickly,
you find yourself awake,
only to rue the sun’s rising,
for it is just the beginning of another night
yet to come.
where’s a bottle of wine when you need it…
my gosh…
._.