For whatever reason I find myself down. Sad maybe. I don't use that word too often, even when I possibly am because back in the day I used to be called someone who wears my emotions on my sleeve, and dubbed someone who feels sorry for themselves. Since those times I've taken somewhat of a reclusive approach to, well, everything. I'm not complaining at all, happier here. Maybe that those people's poliet way of telling me to leave? Regardless right now I'm not feeling like a million dollars. I feel like interest, little interest. The kind that grows in a savings account. Maybe I'm just not feeling the enthusiasm today. Because its been said that depression is anger without enthusiam. Enthusiam is always something I've found in my strongholds.