desperation.

The first one was about depression. This one? Let the title speak for itself.

I won't be lying. I'm still depressed. I'm still sad. I'm still at a low point... still broken. But I'm trying to be okay now. I'm trying really hard.

I was desperate. Actually, I still kinda am. I even reached the point where I found drinking a glass of cold water somewhat therapeutic. Gaaaad... how desperate can I get?

I'm so tired. I need a rest. Where's my bed?