Its here again.

This awful stillness. This heaviness in my chest that saps me of all my energy and leaves me feeling depressed an hopeless.  I can’t cry and there’s nothing I want to do. I don’t want to stand, sit, walk, run, play video games, watch tv, draw, hang out with friends, read, go for a car ride, write this post. Nothing. There’s just nothing. I don’t want to exist.  How selfish is that? haha. Mom, Dad. You suck.