...where you just randomly feel fuckin' terrible out of nowhere? Some minor university woes aside, finally moving out of my old spot was something I desperately needed, and for the past few weeks have generally been pretty good (even if I wound up seriously regretting drinking as much as I did on my birthday. Pro-tip, folks: don't drink a litre of whiskey in one night). And yet outta nowhere it's like someone's dropped a goddamn depression anvil on my head.



Hey, I'm actually bothering to use my journals a bit more. Finally.