“Those who have been eminent in philosophy, politics, poetry, and the arts have all had tendencies toward melancholia.”
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
I woke up late. I didn’t necessarily feel lazy but my muscles weigh so heavy. Particularly my arms—from elbow to my hands. They felt numb. I had to wring them many times. My legs were wobbly. I was gonna be late for work. Could I care less? Should I care less? I sleep with multiple pillows but I still don’t feel comfort. Am I depressed? Maybe;