the monster has returned.

i can’t stand any of these fucking people. i can’t stand myself. once again, i’m receding into the darkness of depression. it’s been raining for a week straight. the greyness has begun, and won’t leave until may. soon, i’ll tell a psychology graduate student my problems. (or that’s what they’ll think i’ll do.) she asked me if i wanted a male or female. i wanted to tell her to surprise me. i’ll hate whatever they have. disinterested psuedo-qualified graduate students. she asked if i was suicidal. she’s only doing her job.