The Wrong Planet
I don't have fun anymore. I try to, to no avail. I often attempt to do the same things that used to make me happy but I don't feel the joy anymore. The fun is slipping away and I fear it is for good. It wasn't like that before. It wasn't like that at all. I did have problems and issues but I was able to handle them and remain sane. This time I am feeling different. The deep core of my true identity is being masked with a thick sadness. It feels like a monster taking over my whole life. I used to have fun at work. I look around me now and I feel an overwhelming sense of solitude and dejection. The same faces that greeted every morning and afternoon are not reaching me anymore. I have somehow built a huge fence between me and the rest of the world and it is here to stay. How did this happen? How did I allow it to happen? Myabe I tried to resist and fight this tyrant called depression but it is obvious to me now that I am losing the perpetual battle. Which makes me even