i think i’m mildly depressed again. i didn’t want to do anything today. i was indifferent about my workload, which i’m usually passionate about, and i barely got anything done. all i wanted to do was nothing, and that’s what i did: nothing. nothing seems to be of help, so this may be something i will have to ride out.
nothing, sometimes, can be as dangerous as something. the catch is nothing and something can be anything.
-ratha, 11:48pm, 2.12.18