March 10
I've been finding it hard to write more and more. Just getting out of bed lately has been a chore. My depression is paramount and debilitating. I've been figuratively wearing this distress like a cloak; covering me entirely. I am man's abundant sorrow. Even the mirror ignores me.
I haven't a visitor now in months. I can't say that I blame my family and friends. With this perpetual state of melancholy hanging over me, I've become unpleasant to be around. I can't remember the last time I laughed. I should crawl in a hole and isolate from all of society. I am ten miles of bad road on a damaged highway.
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Diary of the Defeated: A Place Best Avoided
JM Scoviak, 14 Mar 2015

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Diary of the Defeated
قصص عامةA collection of journal entries from an unfortunate individual dealing with the torment of his existence.