So I've moved house.

Shit is not cool. I mean, everything was going really sweet in Canberra. School was good, friends were good, work was good. Then I had to fucking move.

It's weird on these pills... Its like I'm still the same depressed person as before, but with out the ability to fall down in a heap. I still feel, more than ever now that I haven't a direction. I mean, sure not many people really know what they want to do, not many people have made career choices by the end of year 12.

But even in saying that, it doesn't bring me comfort. My logical brain tells me that thinking "whats the point" is stupid and that there is no point explaining how I'm feeling anyway, because, when thinking logically its quite the task to be depressed, and more so to understand or level with someone that is depressed.

It's easy to see the bright side, its easy to see the 'no strings' side. Now its kind of like I've got both perspectives, and it just makes thing more confusing than ever. Part of me is fucking crazy scared about what I'm doing with my self, and what is the point in living to work to live, etc? and then part of me doesn't care and is just happy to live and get pissed with mates.

I don't really like either options. Not that they are my only two options anyway. I think the problem is, I don't have much interest in anything these days. I used to love art and photography now... Well I still like them both, and know a fair bit about both, but I don't have the same passion that I used to have. I mean I have a really fucking expensive camera and I barely use it. What is that? What the hell?

So, anyone have a time machine?