Sick.

[crows]

Starting to identify too much with the details of sensation in a song that I have long thought best illustrates what it feels like to live with that thing called 'depression'. If I think about it very much at a time, I get nauseous and my muscles go weak. I don't want to be here and I don't know how to get out. (this is not a cry for help; I am in no danger of hurting myself, before anyone takes it that way. I'm just trying to admit this to myself in a place where I don't have to nail it exclusively to my own brain)