I don't know why I'm writing this.. That's not true. Maybe I do know, and just don't want to admit it to myself.
I even don't know what to call it - the thing I'm writing. It feels a little pretentious to call it a dairy. Maybe I'll call it nothing. An unnamed something that I occasionally write in. I like that better. Once you name something it stops you seeing all of it ,or why it matters. I never have been that much comfortable with words... I always think in picture, express myself in images.
I have been feeling depressed lately, about few things...