I guess I'm depressed

I'm not sure what else you call laying on the couch crying in broad daylight. I just hate....well everything. Lots of people, a handful of places, and a couple dozen things. When you write it out like that, it's not really everything. I'm just too....eh to write anything else. Might go for a drive to clear my head of some of this frustration. Or save money and grab a drink. Or just sleep. Who knows?