If there was any doubt that I needed antidepressants, the last couple of weeks has certainly erased it. Everything I've been able to distance myself from the last few months because of them came pouring back. Which begs the question: will I ever be better? Will I always need a drug to feel alright. Will I always be the same loser locked up in a house full of garbage crying all day on my day off? Will that person always be lurking under the pleasant facade of antidepressants just waiting to get out? And what's more, is that person the real me and everything else I do from now on just a lie?

At any rate: yeah, couldn't stop crying all day. Awesome.