depression

can't sleep. good thing my morning class is cancelled, or else i would be screwed. also my roommate is sniffling from his bed because his girlfriend from home just broke it off. and it got me thinking about depression.

on the whole i would consider myself a fairly well-rounded individual. i'm not perfect by any means, and i get sad sometimes, but i've always been able to bounce back. i owe that in part to my parents, who have always been honest and supportive. but i think it's also because i have way too many things i want to do with my life to not want to power through.

the way i look at it is, let's say something really shitty happens that is completely out of my control. i figure i have two choices at this point:

1. get sad and mope around, or

2. deal with the problem as much as i can and move on

i can only control what i do. being happy or sad is my choice, and regardless of how artistically-viable it is to be depressed, i choose most days to be happy. because why the hell not?