Robbed

Depression robs me of everything. My will to do anything or to find interest in anything I am doing. Nothing has any sparkle in it. Life is dull music is dull, movies are dull words are dull. My own existence is dull. I smoke cigarettes because I am bored and can find nothing that interests me. I find nothing anywhere. Everything is boring. My dog bores me, my husband bores me. Cooking bores me. Putting food into my mouth bores me. Bathing bores me, putting clothes on bores me. The taste of food bores me. It is all pointless. The world is pointless. This is depression. The very tip of depression for me. The bottom end of it is a tad more scary, I will go there soon. I feel my self becoming agitated with my boredom...with this listlessness. The world is bleak. My eyes can not see colour right now. I know it will switch; it always switches. But right now all is dark and bleak.