Once again, after having come back from a long period of absence on deviantART and find myself in front of 2105 notifications, I decided to ignore them and take a look at them later. I feel less guilty when I am almost certain that at least one person on Earth is doing the exact same thing. The idea of not being alone sure is comforting, isn't it?

My thoughts are quite gloomy these days. I skimmed through my previous journal entries and realized that I always come here to write uninteresting stuff when I'm either depressed/really depressed/hopeless/at the verge of a nervous breakdown/going through crisis' over my little meaningless existence. Here's another one, I guess. I talked to Sarah yesterday. We hadn't talked in ages, and having a smartphone pays off if you want to keep in touch with a very good friend who's studying abroad for the moment. Sarah is one of the most amazing girls that I've ever met in my entire short life. Everybody likes her, she's so endearing that it's just impossible to not immediately fall in love with her. She's sweet, very smart, attractive, (com)passionnate, and most of all, one of the best friends I've ever had. The second person who would perfectly fit in that category would be Margarita (see her deviantART profile, margaw).

So, why am I talking about Sarah? We get along very well, so well that our failings are bound to be similar. Therefore, she perfectly understood why I'm having so much trouble with my inner self lately, even though we hadn't spoken in months. Her understanding was so canny I didn't even have to go that much into details, even though I still did go into details, because of my habit of being very thorough when I'm debriefing something (in this case, my existential problems). Anyway, we both agreed on one thing: maybe I need to talk to someone, a total stranger. Should I?

What can you do when you are constantly struggling to not fall into a pit of depression? Is it my generation's disease? Life is giving us so much, and we are not making the most of it; instead, we're trapped inside issues that we just can't seem to find a way to fix. A constant holographic hole in our chests, preventing us from moving forward and seeing the bigger picture... a barrier to happiness. A lot of people might say, "Just get over yourself and stop being such a big baby!" Hey, I don't disagree. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, they're a 100% right. But trying and trying doesn't always get you there. It's just not that easy for some people.

I can't get over it, even after trying so hard so many times.

Maybe I really need help.

(PS: the title of the article actually refers to Kung Fu Panda I&II that I re-viewed this week. I just love the work and dedication of all the people who participated in both movies. I saw The Artist, Paranormal Activity and Drive not so long ago. I really liked The Artist and Drive, but Paranormal Activity was a huge disappointment... Next on the list: Tintin and Polisse. I'm a cinema-junkie!)