It's Still There

I decided to vegetate for one whole day and I did. Saturday that was the day that I just never got out of my bed. I sulked, cursed everyone, dried up my hopeless thoughts and generally cried at just being born into a world that does not understand me. It was a heavy dose of depression and I tried to deal with it in the best possible way that I knew. The other option would have been to carry on with the day as usual and filled it up with routine which would have left me with very little time to think about anything. But no not this time. This time I wanted to acknowledge that there was indeed something wrong, that I do have a hollow part that nags at me.