I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.

I know I can do so much more than this, I know that I could be a life force, could love with a heart full of soul, could feel with the power that flies men to the moon. I know that if I could just get out from under this depression, there is so much I could do besides cry in front of the TV on a Saturday night.

Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

So many more cycles of elation of the first kiss, and devastation when it's over.

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.