I want to write about how mad and dismal I am lately but I cant. I just can’t do it. I’ve given up on writing how I feel ever since I got declined from art school. (I’m not going to say how that happened, but oh well) This strange feelings make me feel like I don’t want to live life, but alas I have to; this is todays world. It is sad that I look out and see what I have done people are following in my bleak footsteps. People don’t understand that I don’t want them to be like me, I haven’t truly smiled in years, not even shared a jovial moment in a while. To get things in depth even further, I wasn’t even the bit happy on my birthday last year. Why? Because people forgot about it. I didn’t even buy myself anything because I didn’t want to. I in a way think that I’m not even a part of my own life, I just kind of drift around in my mind trying to find closure.To end my little rant, I just want to say that I’m not trying to glorying my depression, I don’t want to make people depressed, I just want to state my point a little.