i've been thinking, lately, about how, when i'm depressed, it's usually not about my life as much as it is about how i can't stand the rest of the world. when i'm suicidal, it's not because i don't think i deserve to live, it's because i don't think i want to live surrounded by the people i know.
so, that's why crushes are nice. they're refreshing. they're a reminder that there are good, shiny, happy things out there, amongst the terrible, dirty, cruel masses.
so, here i am again, rising from this stupid, cyclical valley of depression. prepare yourselves for the springtime of swell!