It’s creeps up on ya doesn’t it? That’s what sucks so much about it. Like the overnight freeze that grasps at your spine late at night, so comes the evil magentas.

Some of us get warning signs….crashing from a manic high…certain body aches…but mostly it just creeps up on ya.

That’s the evil suckah alright.

You’re sitting there just living your life and being happy when boom your picturing the worst.

I hate it. Why can’t it be nicer? Like Suzanne Somers? I assume she’s nice only because she’s got this great diet I’m on.


I don’t know the purpose of this post….just to say depression sucks.