I felt uneasy this morning because I wasn’t depressed. I know myself and I know that in times like those, I start things and commit to things, which, when the apathy comes back and the excitement melts away, I don’t finish, or I finish badly. Art projects and extracurricular activities and journals and diets and workouts and promises with friends to hang out. Most have all come and gone to shit.
Now, a few hours later, I’m back; I’m feeling hopeless and unhappy and apathetic and tired tired tired.
These extreme moods are draining.
It kills me a little every time I think “Oh, maybe I’m okay now!” and I’m disappointed. Always.
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It’s alright, sooner or later the feeling will come and stay permanently, and when it does, take it from someone who knows, the feeling will be a happiness like no other, well worth the wait.