June 12 - From TG&Y

This is an anthem of helplessness. Not despair, at least not overt despair, but a song about the impossibility of changing what is happening without changing who you are, and how the attempt to keep things together can just mean destroying them more slowly. Depression is exhausting. You feel all these things or nothing, you find yourself cut off from so much that meant something to you. And at the same time you still have to get up and have a shower and worry about functioning either within society or just within the needs of being a body. There's little left over for home, and what there is we craft into daggers to use against ourselves. Because the really fucked up thing is that it does get better sometimes. And sometimes you don't notice that it got better until it stops getting better.