In Which I Am A Depressed Idiot

My chest is tight, woven through with strings that keep me anchored, but also cut through my vital life.

My back is on fire, from the top of my neck to my shoulder blades, I'm not sure if I should be concerned by this pain yet...it's been three days, I'll give it a week.

There are always moments of happiness, in which I am brightened and alive, but moments pass, and the ones that follow dampen and darken my mind.

I can know that I'm okay, but the difference is in what I feel; and I can't seem to make that change for longer than those bright moments last. Perhaps it's the disconnection with friends that I am feeling, and simply how far away (figuratively) most of them are; it was yesterday I realized, again, that I actually don't have a best friend. There are definitely a few friends I would consider the only people I can turn to when I feel like this, but I'm not sure that I'm the first person they would turn to, and without the symbiotic relationship it's not the same. I'm lonely damnit. And I'm sad.