My mind plays tricks on me. There's no way around it. I wish it would stop, but it doesn't seem to be. I find myself questioning people's intentions and misunderstanding some things people say. It's like I've been in my own little world where reality is bent. I have to get to a point where this is no longer the case. I need a sense of clarity and a sense of direction and purpose. I think I'm figuring out that depression creates an alternative reality where you don't always see the good in people. It's a horrible feeling, and there doesn't seem to be any solution to the problem. Then there's the fact that I can't seem to let go of the past. It eats at me... what might have been seems to be a question I ask myself constantly. I also think about people who I feel have done bad things to me, and it makes me sad. This hasn't been the easiest time of my life. I have to re-evaluate everything and decide what's really important rather than focusing on what is not. My mind doesn't seem to allow me this luxury.