Today has been overly depressing, and although there have been attempts to convince me that it's not my fault, I know deep down that it is. My room has been my prison of choice today, and I have chosen to not leave it. It's quiet and warm, and a very good place to be angry, hopeless, and depressed. It's a good place for me to cry my eyes out for no damn reason. Oh, aren't I lovely?
There's is not much for me to say right now. I have no way to express my anger. I want to break something. Most of it is because I cannot find a reason for my attitude.
I feel like I have no future, which is not true. I even came close enough to wish that the end would come already, or I'd make it. But I won't ever do that. I made a promise.
I feel depressed on account of the above feelings. It's the worst feeling, but things could be worse. I don't feel like being optimistic. I have a reason for being so angry right now, but I'm keeping it blocked away. I certainly cannot tell Austin at the moment. I don't want to yet. I already tried to, and it didn't make an impression on him.