I feel like a lump of flesh with no purpose.
My depression has enveloped me like a glove, and I have to fight just to be able to do the base necessities of life.
And I don't know what to do, and a huge part of me just doesn't care.
My depression reaches heights of agony inside of me, only rivaled by lulls in my depression where I am just here. Just static.
I have no energy. I am in pain. i have no motivation. I have no desire.
And a big part of me doesn't want to be here anymore. Here, or anywhere.
Or on this planet.