Woah - after the cackosity of yesterday, I feel mysterious happier than I did before.
Damn our puny biological systems. Some doodad in your brain squirts out a chemical of some sort, and you suddenly want to cry. The next day, the catalyst in question has dried up, and you feel inexplicably fine again. How strange.
As my brother says: it's not depression if there's an obvious reason for you to feel lousy. Not the most comforting thing, but it certainly helps.
Damn our puny biological systems. Some doodad in your brain squirts out a chemical of some sort, and you suddenly want to cry. The next day, the catalyst in question has dried up, and you feel inexplicably fine again. How strange.
As my brother says: it's not depression if there's an obvious reason for you to feel lousy. Not the most comforting thing, but it certainly helps.
This saddens me...your journals always seem so happy. Send me a message through 'contact' if you need to.