I am really too tired to be writing this. and it is really way too early in the semester to be this tired. I have been off antidepressants for four months now, I haven't been seriously depressed in three years. I guess I always thought it would go away. It did go away, in and of itself. But the temptation is still there. On a daily basis I think how much easier it would be to just not get out of bed. To curl up under the covers and fall down. I think I'm holding on by my fingertips as it is, I think probably most people can see right through me and see that. Would it even surprise anyone if I shut down? She says, I've got a darkness That I have to feed I've got a sadness that grows up around me like a weed and I'm not hurting anyone I'm just spiraling in she closes her eyes and hears the song begin again jukebox, ani difranco It would just be so much easier.