The problem with depression is You know you'll be ok, but you still feel awful. You know people love you, but it doesn't feel like they do. You know doing something will make you feel better, but you just don't know how to. You wanna feel better, but you just can't seem to get there.
Now Whitestone is showing unmistakeable signs of giving up. And yet while I was asked to pull together the ties that bind on both sides, word is falling perhaps on deaf ears but I think on jealous angry age ranking out ears for the sake of "so no one wins!'