Bah.
That basically sums me up. It was a pretty good day, then I fucked up. And the depression sets in... the only thing to let me even realize it is the fact that my winamp playlist is full of Sarah McLachlan. Add some more random whine whine whines here and that'll be good enough.
Yet for as shitty as I feel, I can't help but take comfort in the fact that this is the first depressive episode I've had since I started my Paxil. And this is just a bum feeling... not the I can't do anything but cry and cry and cry and I hate myself and I want to die feeling. I can look into the mirror and say I'm okay.
And that's enough to make me feel better.