Prompt: Dreams (#511)
September 12th, 1997
I suffer from bouts of depression. It's really not a big deal... simply something that I live with. To me it's as normal as sleeping. It's always been a part of who I am, like a birthmark one might have from birth.
It isn't as though I'm suicidal, though the thoughts sometimes crosses my mind. But I wouldn't ever go through with it. Not while I still have hope and something to live for.
But there are days where it is difficult to drag myself out of bed. To want to do anything but sleep.
Sometimes it's only these periods of time, when I feel like I can get any sleep at all.
And the only way I can drag myself out of bed in the morning, is the promise that I'd be able to see you.
But you're not here. And I've spent the past couple days in bed.
I've missed classes, something I've never done before. But with the ways things are going lately... even they seem pointless.
I know when I return to them, that I will be punished. But for now, I'm content with that. So long as I can sleep and dream of you.
Sincerely yours,
Theodore Nott