...-=Rain=-...

The black dog is back again.

It's a tough challenge... battling with myself.

Up, down. Up, down.

Sometimes I find that I'm actually okay, but most of the time I'm not.

I'm hoping and praying and working hard to make the black dog go away.
I hate this feeling.

I want to be set free once again.

...-=Black Hole=-...

I cried buckets of tears tonight... I don't know why, but I just did.

I also realised that on Friday night and tonight - Sunday, pretty much the same time, I thought about killing myself.

But then I thought, what would Kevin (flatmate) do?!

It's been one of those weird days and night and week... when I feel so horrible. It doesn't help that Michael's not here, but I just feel so awful and profoundly sad and lonely. I told my bestfriend Possum about my thoughts and I'm glad that he used his humour in reply to what I said. 

I just hope and pray that I get over this feelings soon.