No regrets, No rewards...

It's that season again. And again it cripples my knees and turns my soul into icicles. It's the depression once again. That grabby old fuck who's always on my back. I'll never shake it. It's forever embedded into the psyche of who I am. There's some out there who want me to change and be happier. People don't change (unless they've had a procedure done), people get better and they get worse. Spring and fall are seasons when I'm less depressed, summer (my birthday), winter with Christmas, those are the seasons I'm at my worse. Many people have seasonal depression. Most people would get professional help. I did. It may work for them, but I'm a student of psychology, and that junk don't work on me. It's not worth trying to fix me. I'm aware of my issues and I manage them as well as I can. I'm only one human. Sometimes a whole lot of shit comes between you and your emotions. I'm going to be down, I'm going to be moody. Expect me.