Why do we have them? Why do we ask them? How do we answer them? And why do we take these answers with the regards that we do? Isn't the question as equally valuable as the answer?

I don't know shit.

I wish there was a magic wand to make depression go away. Maybe its an inevitable part of my personality...

To put it in a proper metaphor...
Its like I'm constantly stuck in the night, and even though there's always some day-'time' on the earth, the sun never really stops to say hello.

In all seriousness, I hate how people think that sadness is some tumor that -must- be removed from the brain if you want to live, as is anger, or any emotion other than happiness. Its stupid. Its -not- healthy to be happy all the time, just like its not healthy to be sad all the time.

I feel like...my emotions, my thoughts are constantly invalidated just because I think differently than a given person. Maybe that's just being human...but why do we have to disagree so often and violently? And why does this sound like politics all over again?

Maybe I do learn something through this struggle. That's all that I can really ask. That I find something fulfilling at the end of the day. I don't expect it to be every day, and I don't plan to have every experience to be as subjectively favorable as the rest...but what the hell does it take for people to stop calling you crazy? Don't they get that's what drives a lot of people crazy?

As sincere as always,
~K