You know, it's 2018, and I guess this is just a little rant or something, but... Everyone has this resolution, and I have it too, but for some reason depression always catches up, I could tell myself that this year I'm going to cast it aside but it's not that simple, all of my goals are just pushed to the side instead, everything I wanted to do, my body just refuses to do it, and I mean I know, it's depression, but I can't stand it anymore, I can make plans to go places like conventions, and I may have a good time, but the moment I come back home, to this depressing, quiet, small ass town, and this broken household, I always feel the same, and now I'm telling myself I need to get out, I need to find a place to move, all those memories, all of that can be left here, and I'll be somewhere new, thinking about where to go next because I've already done something, and then maybe I can finally break free, eh.