I keep trying to come up with something to say, but the only thing I can think to talk about is how weepy and miserable I am, and I just desperately don’t want to talk about that. Except, I kind of already am.

I get very angry at commercials when I’m depressed. And shows, too. Just, dumb shit makes me irrationally pissed off. I think its my brain trying to distract itself from all the other suckage floating around in it. Like, I get irritated fairly easily, anyway, but I roar briefly, and then I’m pretty much over it. But there’s nothing I can really do about the depression: trying to talk about it, even just typing into the void about it makes my throat close up and my eyes burn. And sure, I could let go and cry, but I don’t feel better when I cry. I feel stupid and tired and my head hurts and my stomach feels sick, and I’m still miserable. And just. What’s the fucking point of crying, if you’re not going to feel at least a little better?