Autumn and winter are objectively great seasons. However, I've got seasonal depression beating my ass down. I've a superfluity of moments where I'm drowning in a vague sense of dread and self-pity, despite the fact that everything is pretty okay(aside from the fact that a bunch of psychotic retards just elected the king of psychotic retards back into office).

The shitty thing is that I'm aware of the fact that I'm acting like a dramatic bitch, but feel powerless to stop it. It's like putting up dam of toilet paper to stop a tsunami. Then, when I'm being swept up by the tsunami, my body won't move despite me having the ability to swim out. It's almost like I'm trapped in my own head while a traumatized and irrational child takes control. Hate that shit.

I'm just gonna sit here and do my best to chill out, hopefully replace the misery with apathy at least. Things will be okay in the end, whatever happens. Hey, if the world does end tomorrow, at least I won't have to worry about anything else ever again.