Sometimes I feel that I can actually understand people who get severely depressed. That makes me depressed. Sometimes there are so many roads to choose from, you never know which road you're supposed to be on or if you should just cut through the woods in some area. I was taught as a child that if I were ever lost in the woods, I should just stay in one spot and cry out. In my adult life with all of these crossroads, and every one has a tollbooth or two, I just want to sit in one spot and cry.
