Just another one of those terrible days...

Guess today is just another one of those terrible days; it's been now over seven years since my mother died, and a bit more than two since my aunt passed.

Any normal person should have moved on by now. But I now sit in bed at one in the morning crying, because some terrible sadness decided to bubble up from inside me and burst out like a fresh boil of pus from those emotional wounds. It is not some anniversary or birthday or anything, my mind just decided: "Here, recall those painful memories". Well, my fucking depression has been back for the last few weeks too, so maybe it decided "You've been feeling shitty for no reason the last few days, let me help you by giving you some reason to feel shitty"

And apologies to any reading this shitty post, I just had vent it out somewhere right now.