There are days I can’t honestly control my thoughts.

My mind gets dark grey, like a foggy autumn when you won’t see the sun.

You don’t know what it’s really like until you have a taste of depression.

Even now that I’m quite well and happy, this thing gets to me and leaves cold imprints in my brain, sometimes difficult to shake off.

These are bad days where I’m mostly silent, residing in my skull and working my ass off in front of the monitor.

I have no particular reason to reach out to M.

I don’t care the slightest for human contact or food or things-I-should-really-find-a-solution-for.

I need to conquer the darkness inside my head first.