Depression is like a parasite.

I've been aware that depression does things like makes you sad, emotionally weak, low self-confidence, and I've been aware that depression makes you literally sick. I've been aware of this before I found out via research.

Every day I feel it eating away at me from the inside.

Every day I feel another crack form in my spirit, slowly bringing it closer to shattering.

I just woke up from bed, unable to sleep as I find another futile remedy for my depression. Right now I'm attempting talking to friends and listening to music.

Ironically while people like to symbolize the rain and sun as depression and happiness respectively, I love the rain the most, and rainy days put me in a good mood.

Oh how I long to be permanently happy. How I would love to see all this depression wash away, how I can just eventually laugh to my hearts desire. How I would love to see my eventual problems be solved with a calm and solid mind, and not allow them to take my mind over.

Someday.

Your art has nothing to do with how much you piss me off.

In fact if I think you're a total jackass, I see your art as a "not-so-pretty" thing, to put it as lightly as I can. They say art is the window to the soul, that how you see the person is how you see the art. A person can be the best artist in the world, but if they were known to do horrid acts such as kicking puppies for a sport, one's opinion about everything they do can be built around that act.

Today I found an artist (who I will leave unnamed) that has art that appears to be good, making a lot of neat stuff, but when a misunderstanding caused her to jump to conclusions, she began to act sour in internet public, having tons of fans go after this one person who unintentionally made her mad. This disgusts me.

Another clear example is my last girlfriend. At first she appeared kind, loving and such, and I thought she had cute art. However, after she cheated on me, called ME out for yelling at her for said cheating, and ran off with another guy, I began to resent her, and my view on her art made nearly a 180. I guess that's how human nature works, huh? Our emotions dominate our view of the world, and makes us have personal vendettas against some things.

I will rant about "art" another time.