depression
My depression knows no bounds. Currently, I am depressed due to a WPA of 93.86. That is just an approximation, since my beautiful teacher (it pains me to write such big a lie) in CWTS has not made the effort to give our grades on time. How difficult is a WPA of 94 to achieve?
I cannot help but lead myself into thinking that perhaps I am cursed. I can never obtain those things I work terribly hard for. And yet something at the back of my mind tells me that I am just acting like a human, whose contentment will always be just beyond the horizon: never in sight, all impossible to reach.
I am pained by everything that is happening to me. I am wondering whether happiness will ever look back and see me, and finally find some time to rest in my senses, even for just a while. And yet perhaps, happiness is just another sibling of contentment, whose absence will lead me to a life of living death.