Have you ever looked in the mirror, and stared at yourself? tracing the details of your face, making a note of each and every detail, but then get distracted, only to look back and it becoming an abstract mess of shapes?

To be honest, I face this everyday with my life, during seasonal depression, it almost feels like people's faces melt away, except to an amass of shapes and figures that resemble what can be described as a face and maybe a person, as life starts to feel like theres a lack of depth in it.

I guess its something I just have to deal with

Alexander