It's so depressing when you want to write but your hands wont move; it makes all those ideas jammed up in your mind, and soon enough you're going to forget them all.
It is depressing to wake up seeing darkness and nobody to greet you a "good morning", as you stand up.
How depressing is it to see the dark skies and the falling rain as you open the window of your room when you are all alone? -- It is so depressing to find nobody to comfort you in the middle of that long, cold day.
It is so depressing to have your mind cluttered with a vast number of information yet along that knowledge you have you still cannot find what you are seeking of for maybe, just maybe, you are not destined to know that thing.
It’s too depressing to hear people say that if a thing is not meant for you, you won’t have it when you know that people are the ones who make their own destiny.
How depressing could it be to find the reason for your existence but you can not even have your shadow touch it?
It is depressing when you have yourself confused over something which should not be confusing you at all.
Depressing it is also, to find yourself brooding over a problem that you can not solve for the solution it requires is just unimaginable.
But isn’t it more depressing to find yourself problematic with a problem you cannot identify?
The things that are really depressing are when you want to cry but your tears won’t fall… and when you want to speak of something but you just can’t tell of it for you having the idea that a bad thing might happen if you let that out of your mind.
My… how depressing is it to see all of these depressing stuffs? It’s so depressing I want to lock myself up in my room for a whole year but finding it impossible because that can’t just be done.
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