The demons of depression are dancing in my head, it makes them very happy when I wish that I were dead.

This is not the life I would have chosen for myself, but it is the one I was given. One of my theories for getting this life is that I did something in another life that caused someone great pain and loneliness, and I'm paying for it now; another theory is that I am dead and this is really hell. I don't believe either one of these, but when I'm in the depths of depression they serve as some rational. Depressed thinking is so dark.