So often, while I lay around the house feeling the weight of depression on my chest, I feel like I need something to pull me out, but this morning, I thought to myself, "What do I want to do?" and now, it's not even 11am and I'm dressed. It doesn't matter that my hair is still wrapped up, I can just unwrap and unleash my locs. Can't wait to break out of here and start my own life again. As long as I cocoon myself in the house, all my energy will be bopping around inside of me trying to get out. I need to keep active, and that'll make me feel better all around. Even when I went for a walk, instead of bussing it to Garden City, it felt good physically, mentally, and somewhat emotionally. I'm by myself too often. That'll make me go squirrelly. Everyday usually feels like the last day of happiness, but it's how you look at it. I sound positive now, so I'm taking advantage of it, and I often do when this mood strikes me. Must've been that dream.