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Depression. What is it? Memories of a forgotten tregedy tormenting an already darkened soul? Or is it simply built-up sorrow shining through? Inner torment is all I know now, and endless tears spilling from tired eyes. Will this torment ever cease for me? I'm so tired of the razor being my best friend! I despise this emotion-- no-- abhor it! I . . . I must try to reach for hope! Love. . .where are you now? Mage. . . Do you truly care for me? Did I not please you enough? I . . . I hate these tears! Despise them! Curse human emotion, damn it to the deepest pits of Hell!