There’s nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No money to spend. It looks as though it may rain but probably never actually will. No good TV to watch. No good books that I haven’t already read. No one to talk to about something interesting. I’ve run out of music that I haven’t heard a half a million times. I don’t want to get into something new cause that takes to much effort. I wish I lived in the forest so I could go for a walk. I sick of seeing concrete buildings and homeless people.
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I hear there’s going to be a Goth vs. Emo fight. You could be a contender.
This months National Geographic as a good story.
I’m sad too. I wear this crown of shit upon my liar’s chair. Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. What have I become?
My heart bleeds for you and now I’ve got a vampire sucking at my chest like a toilet plunger. GODDAMN THOSE FUCKING GOTHS!!!!! They’re the cockroaches of depression.
Cheer up, guy… things’ll be better soon… just think, only a few short months until it’s winter again, then we’ll ALL be depressed!!! YAY!!So hang in there.
There’s plenty of green spaces in HRM, OP, roll yourself a Herbie Bazooka and go find yourself a little spot to indulge, preferably overlooking some water with zero people around. If you’re anti-pot, a nice hit of acid will do. Then zone out until the tide comes in. Used to work for me in ’74.
Where does depression hurt?
hey sad I’m happy. You can be too. For free. Idolvice@hotmail.com
Depression doesn’t hurt if you don’t believe it hurts.
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