Hell if I know.
Seriously, what do you answer to that question when you haven’t the faintest freaking idea what is the matter with you? Nobody believes you when you say that you’re just in a funk… it’s just random floating depression that seems to be in the air.
Oh, that and I’m losing my voice for no apparent reason, so apparently it sounds like I’ve just been crying.
Nothing’s wrong. Nothing fixable. I don’t know. I don’t know myself anymore.
Tags: depression, funk
