This is one of those days where it feels like I'm losing my battle with depression. I have nothing to be sad about, but that's just how I feel... and it's just disturbing to realize that it's depression in itself that I feel and not of discontent. What makes this all the more painful is that all I can do is to allow this demon ravage my being until it tires and slips into its temporary slumber. I'm weak... too weak to slay my own demon. What have I become? I used to be strong... and look at me now.