Parked. Crazy. Stuck.

Friday, February 15, 2019 8:43pm. Montebello. Parking lot.


I had to come down to L.A. today and on my way back to Pomona I got crazy overwhelmed on the freeway.  I'm sitting in a parking lot typing this. I called V and talked to her for a minute then I didn't want to talk anymore. Or listen. Or feel. Or be. The hard part about depression is that when this cloud lifts another one is coming. And they keep coming so fast. One heavier than the last.

Now I'm stuck somewhere in Montebello gritting my teeth so hard it's giving me a headache. I know I don't have to be here. I have friends and family but I don't want to be around anyone.  I feel like a burden.

I want to disappear.