Happy thanksgiving malice.
What are your plans for today?
Nothing, just like every other day. Oh, I didn't know it was today, I thought it was tomorrow. Hadn't checked since holidays don't really mean anything if you have absolutely no one, not even a pet, to spend them with.
“I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Chronic severe depression, death by suicide. You just start seeing all these signs everywhere, stories of or writing from people who were in the process of losing their minds and barreling towards suicide, and you realize how it parallels your own life, when you've had similar experiences, thoughts. "The same thing is happening to me."