And I will not get all 'emo' and lie on my bed in the dark. But I just want to know...I want to know how you know if you are depressed? By which i mean, depressed to the point where it could become your profession? While all the other private schooled kids I used to write tests with and associate with have moved on to newer, shallow(er) horizons, why do I feel as though I have failed the transition? It's as though I was not made to be an adult. I have all the tools, and the resources, but skill I am lacking. Whilst in Vienna visiting my mother, I found that life was easiest when I was sitting in cinemas passing out on the armrests. The amount of movies I watched in order to escape reality was alarming. The cinema became my favorite hiding place. It was that, or resorting to crying myself to oblivion in the bathtub.
The thing is, i don't feel all, 'poor me, i am so sad', i feel 'stupid girl, get your shit together!'. I want to be those girls that know what they want and have gone for it, or are in the process of going for it.
I miss painting. I miss the times when all I would do was paint and sing and paint and draw. Now I wake up, i go to sleep, I eat, i wake, eat some more and pass out again in front of my laptop like some depressing 46 year old divorcee. And the thing is; I'm 20.