Depression is the worst thing in the world. It’s such a vicious cycle. I’m having one of those days where I can’t even bring myself to get out of bed. Which only leads me to hating myself more, because I should be out doing something. I should go see my Dad, or get some study done, or clean the house, or go visit my second family… I just can’t find the will to get up and actually do something. And that’s something I hate. Which puts me right back in square one.

I hate this feeling, and I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t even know who to talk to or if it’s worth even trying to talk to someone.