Whiteness Spell

Yesterday probably went down in history as one of the laziest days.

Didn't do much. Slept a lot. Played some turns in KOL. Didn't quite eat (or drink). Couldn't even watch bloody teley ('cause it's unbearably awful). Stayed in bed. Phones shut themselves off.

If there's one thing I learned from all those years of shrink sessions, it's probably the ability to realize on my own that I have entered another phase of depression. It could be weather or other things (but let's just blame the weather, it's always easier).

Looking at old photos confirmed what I was thinking. I'm just not a summer person. Summer's about to come and I miss winter. Didn't get to see snow this past winter in Europe, thanks to bad turns of coincidence. The whitenesss of snow actually calms me down. Perhaps it's what the colour symbolizes - purity, innoncence or nothingness. I like the last the one the best.

Another 6 months to winter...