I hate feeling this way. This empty, lonely, helpless, angry feeling. Depression is horrible and then life throws you for a loop and things feel even worse. Instead of bouncing out, I feel stuck. Part of me wants to cry, curl up in a ball, and sleep and sleep and sleep. Part of me wants to throw shit at walls, breakable things that will shatter instead of empty gatorade bottles and bounce harmlessly to the floor. I don’t want to draw or write or read. I just don’t know anything.