i'm feeling depressed today...this week actually. Everything is starting to just build up inside of me...and it's starting to suffocate me. To a point where all I want to do is just cry...and cry until I can't cry anymore. I can't even explain why I'm feeling the way I'm feeling. Because I don't even know why I'm feeling the way I'm feeling right now. Nothing seems to be going right...nothing ever happens as they should. Change is the inevitable...and it's how we deal with change that matters, isn't it??

There is so much weight on my shoulders of the burden that I seem to be carrying from work, life, family, finances etc. I can't stand the idea of standing in this exact same spot and doing nothing. I can no longer wear a smile on my face, when deep down inside I'm dying slowly. It's getting to the point where I'm ready to pack my things and not look back. There's this urgency within me to flee from all that is familiar and to venture into something so unfamiliar. However, even with the unfamiliarity of what may lie ahead...there's this feeling of comfort slowly burning in the deepest parts of my soul.

Maybe there I will find that happiness or even that missing link or discover something about myself that I failed to find these past few years. I haven't felt this depressed in such a long time. Last time I was this depressed...I didn't like the person in the mirror. I want to take over before it's too late.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,
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And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost