In your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie
{The Cranberries, "Zombie"}
I'm just so depressed that I can barely shuffle myself forward, navigating the responsibilities of my day through sheer force of will. (No joy...only obligations, only the expectations of others.) After a long weekend of lonely depression...two relatively productive days in spite of it all until I abandoned all pretense of giving a shit yesterday.
How does anyone see life (animus pinned within decaying flesh) as anything but a curse?
