I feel so sorry for my roommate.

I mean, sure he has no job, gets everything he wants from his parents and steals as much as he can off the internet -- but he must have been awake for almost *seven* hours by now! What cruel torture!

I like burritos. I don't know why. But, yum!

I'm feeling down again. My life is just a roller-coaster of emotions. But it's not as bad as it was, or could be.

I've always been depressed. Ever since my family split up. A decade or so now? Amazing.

I can remember being happy perhaps three times during the span of elementary school through high school. Not much to go on, huh?

Really, the only thing that kept me alive was my inability to kill myself. There were days when I just didn't want to live anymore. Weeks, months.

Bleh. I've been too depressed lately..