A few days ago, I came to the conclusion that I'm depressed. I know that sounds overdramatic, but something's been off for some time now, and I keep telling myself that I'll snap out of it, but for some reason I never do. The sucky thing is, I've only recently been feeling this way. Well, that's not totally true...I started feeling this way while I was living in Portland.
I think that something in Portland broke my spirit, but I really cannot put my finger on what it was. I doubt the cloudy weather really affected me that much. I guess I really never felt at home in Portland, and I was there for so long that I just got into a funk and never climbed out of it.
Unfortunately, things haven't changed since I've been back in Texas. I'm still unhappy, I still don't care about stuff, I still think things aren't going to get any better...or maybe I am just being overdramatic.