The Awakening
What thinking man can respect himself? I certainly do not respect myself. I am a mouse, a speck in the universe. I am very insignificant. I understand these facts well and no one but me realises how l think of myself. The facticity that I think this low of myself makes me sink even lower…
Cry Me A River
Even now, three years since they started, I don’t even refer to it as depression. To me, it’s just that thing that happens. Calling it depression seems strange on my tongue, like I’m appropriating someone else’s struggle. But then, I won’t see a medical professional to get diagnosed, so it’s this vicious catch 22 of self-loathing.
