ah yes. i had reached a level of existential ennui today. however, it was resolved, and now i'm happy again. depression is but a transient creature; one easily swayed by the powers that be. why am i so dependent? why can't i find approval through other means? am i destined to repeat the mistakes of others? are they really mistakes at all? i'm me, god-damnit. and i fucking rule. nobody is going to convince me otherwise.
and i only change for the better, damn you.
and i only change for the better, damn you.