I admit I’m being emo. You’ve been warned.
I am oscillating. Between happiness and gut-wrenching remorse, between juggling with ease and dropping all the balls but one. It’s worrying me. I started sliding into depression around this time last year. I started attacking webcomic archives with a fury I used to reserve for my books. Now, I can spread my hobbies out and tackle each in turn. Now, I can get all my homework done on time, I can shower at regular intervals, I can eat a minimum of twice a day. I might actually be able to pull off NaNoWriMo this year. I’m certainly putting out some good poetry everyday.
I started crying last night and couldn’t stop for an hour. I lost myself in the “Fans!” archives (I’ve been reading the annotated version up until last night) and as a result didn’t finish my homework. I skipped class entirely for the first time this semester. None of these are good signs. I’m hoping I can feel better soon, because I don’t want to be consistently depressed again. Best to exit the loop before it starts.