first day day that seasonal depression really ended for me. this past monday. i’ve decided to let a few things go, loosen my grip on some old hopes, rusty dreams and outdated expectations: there’s sick & dying people out there to worry about. some of them need to be forgotten the most. you may have even loved some of them, but not more than they loved themselves. most of which, would choose to preserve a single useless trait about themselves, even if it meant turning all of you in. for good. beat them to the punch. throw it first.