I don't really no why I was so suddenly depressed yesterday, but for hours on end I paced on my bike up the street trying to determine "Why should I go on, why keep going when all I do for the next week, month, year, will be the same?" I never found my conclusion, I found it some how endearing that not many people spoke to me, that I had was me, myself, and I. Though time continued to pass and I found no confort in the places I thought I might, I found peace in the empty electronics department of a Walmart after 1 am durring stocking time, when there was no person, whether they worked there or not, no one wanted to be in the area. There was nothing good in stock but I came up with my own songs, and poems. It was comforting, but it didn't help very much, I found that it carried into today, that even though my writing may sound upbeat in a way, I still have very little sense of worth to this moment, I don't know why I typing this out, maybe I hope that it may help, but I dout that.