- Sometimes I feel tragically, desperately sad over nothing. Absolutely nothing. There has been nothing in my life to be depressed about. At least, nothing that relates directly to me. I've had friends with problems that made my heart ache, literally. It felt like someone with a nasty temper and stupidly powerful finger muscles was poking me over and over again in the chest, for hours on end. But no reason to feel sorry for myself. My life is plain, boring, simple. Nothing to cry about. And yet. I would feel like that jerk with a nasty temper had decided to stop poking me and had just straightfoward ripped my heart out and left it somewhere icy and cold. Maybe it was because my life was so boring that I felt this way, like I was dying on the inside. Like I was born with a broken heart.
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