I can feel it. The familiar sense of doom and the tugging at my soul. My depression is coming back. It’s already started seeping in little by little. I’m just angry. I’m angry this keeps happening to me. Angry that no matter what I do it will never go away forever. I’m angry that my boyfriend of one year still treats me like a one night stand. I’m angry that I KNOW I deserve better, but yet I still can’t find the strength to leave. I’ve tried. I can’t do it. I’m angry that when I look at myself in the mirror I hate everything I see. I hate the breakouts on my shoulders. I hate how pale my skin is. I hate the scars that will never leave. I’m angry at myself for the bad tattoos I got because I needed to feel a type of pain that wasn’t in my head. I’m angry and terrified that this is the life I will always have, until I die and everything disappears. I few people will be upset. Other than that, my existence means absolutely nothing to the world. I don’t matter. I never will. I’m angry that this is how life works. Usually I’m sad, but this time I’m just angry. It’s coming back, and I can tell it’s going to be bad. And all I can do is sit here and wait.