Mornings used to be good.

So it has been months since my last update as I have been writing, literally writing, in my journal.  I feel like I have nothing good to share since creativity left me years ago in a college dumpster.  I lost it somehow - the ability to write something beautiful.  Now I can only write when I'm in pain. This is why I'm writing now; I'm suffering.

I do not know why there have been days when I just couldn't move. I blame it on laziness, but I feel like this is different. This isn't just sadness that goes away when I eat ice cream. It repeats itself when it wants to.  There isn't any reason why I should feel sad and yet I do.  Don't start with me with saying that I'm feeling a bit homesick.  I felt like this even before I left my country.

So I decided, yes I decided on my own without seeking any professional help, that I am depressed.  OK, I MIGHT be depressed since there really isn't any doctor I have talked to about this.  I couldn't eat, I couldn't function, I feel sleepy even though I had a complete 7 - 8 hours of sleep.  I cry when there's no reason to.  Maybe PMS? I do not know.  But this is a recurrent feeling.  It's as if there's a dark cloud hovering above me never wanting to go away.

I lie on my bed most days looking at the ceiling, at the curtains waiting for something to happen. I guess for the hour tick by and when the hour has passed I'll wait for another and another. It's making me feel tired and restless.  I wish I could be more productive in the morning.

This is where I leave you.



-karlalauren -sugarcanes_weathervanes

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