Ramblings

I cannot remember the last time I really sat down and wrote something.
It was ages ago. From the looks of it, the last time was three years ago.
I guess depression really allows my creative mind to be free.
Since I have "overcome" that battle I have been empty of all written creativity.
Why is it that I wrote better when I was in high school?
(Its funny cause I sucked in English class.)
Words don't seem to flow from my fingers very well anymore.
My mind can't seem to settle on anything.
I feel like I have gone from one type of depression into another.
Can I say I liked the other one better? (at least poetically)
My brain seems to have trouble deciding between being fine with life and wanting to stop the experience.
I can't say I have been suicidal since the last time I was in hospital but its not as though the thought hasn't crossed my mind..
I truly don't want to die, I know there are great things in life to experience.
I just feel as though I will never get to experience them.
I suppose this is a common feeling to most though, so I'm not really sure what to think of it.
I guess for now I will continue my attempts to write and create here...

-Morgan