It is almost eleven pm. That leaves me with a little over an hour to fill up this desk and make sense of something, to write up an explanation or a description of me, the way I am, the way I feel. I don't want to scream or shout. "Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm." I guess I could see that. Considering where I was at a point yesterday and where I am now, the level of enthusiasm has dropped significantly in the space of twenty-four hours.
I'm better now. Today had its very low points. And it's also had a couple of high points. It's been odd on the whole. Nothing was excessively terrible about it at the start. And yet it was just one of those that slowly seemed to worsen until it hurt, and even a hot shower couldn't help. It happens sometimes. But I've calmed down now. Which is nice.
But now I'm in this oddly contemplative mood. I'm sitting here sipping hot chocolate thinking about the duality of life, nature, emotions. Of love and hate, joy and sorrow, ecstasy and agony. It's thoroughly interesting to consider. But anyhow, my computer has now decided that it hates me again. So I will return to these musings later. Good night.
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