Oh Depression, you sly fucking devil. I give you credit – you figured out a way to get to me this time around. Sneak attack. I know you were behind these recent events. You paralyze my reason. I’ve been living in a zombified haze of my normal self. I should have known you were holding the puppet strings, Depression. You make me hate myself and instantly regret things as they happen. I hate regrets, almost as much as I hate you. I feel so stupid for the things I’ve said…