Why do I feel like 2 years is too long for me to still feel this way? I still feel just as helpless and hopeless when most people would probably not be "over it" by now but coping a lot better than I am. I still have outbursts of rage more often than I'd like to admit. I still unintentionally make those closest to me suffer with me. I know I will never be "normal" again, but I just wish that I could feel like I've made some sort of progress. Seriously, every day I weigh the option…

Woke up not too long ago and it's already one of those days where I wish I didn't get out of bed. It really sucks when people who live with you kind of get upset or disappointed when you need help with things you wouldn't normally. It makes me feel like such a burden. They just don't understand, I guess. It doesn't make them bad people. Still - I just wish things could go back to normal. I'm accustomed to depression and all the "fun" that comes with it, but this is something that I will…

This is a beautiful song, and I cry every time I hear it. Listen to it here if you'd like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N939-xgTBrM

It's colder than before

The seasons took all they had come for

Now winter dances here

It seems so fitting, don't…