Inferno

"Midway on our life's journey, I found myself
In dark woods, the right road lost. To tell
About those woods is hard - so tangled and rough
And savage that thinking of it now, I feel
The old fear stirring...."

That's one of my favorite quotes.
It's the very beginning of Dante's Inferno.

Something about it has always felt so relatable, and now I understand.
Depression and Hell are interchangeable here.

In other news.
I'm having a breakdown.

My head hurts.
Like it's fucking pulsing and everything is spinning.
And I feel more alone than I have lately.
I feel closed off.
And I think I just miss being around people who love me.
I miss being around positivity.
I hate that my house has turned into hell.
I miss my friends.
I miss sleeping next to someone every night.
I miss everything.
I'm not a human built to be alone.
I'm really not.