rockPolotics

I say some pretty stupid things at night.

Dear Deviant Art Diary/Journal/Whatever, So now i'm gonna rant on about my life like most teenagers in my epic quest to become *gasp* nomral (don't worry, the fact that you understood nomral is because you're normal, you don't have super comprehension skills). I just read a little thing on "Depression" named "Depression" on Deviant Art. And, it did two things. One, it shed a new light on my own life. It got me thinking not so much, "Am i depressed?" but more so, "What can one do to relieve depression?" Maybe i'm just optimistic that way. But more importantly, i made a new quote! (yay) "Depression isn't." Yup, that's it, just think about i

Ah, i love my bedside window. Just letting the wind from these wonderfully gusty days stir up the chalky dust on my dim computer screen. Listening to trains on the N Judah (a nearby train line) rolling by with their usual *KA-CHUNK, KA-CHUNK*. The occasional wind chime and hourly church bell. It's like i can experience all the wonders outside from within. Cause you know I ain't really going out there.