"If We Want a God We Have to Follow Him Down..."

My icon is, for once, utterly appropriate; I have been depressed I think almost since April began, and it is not letting up, despite my efforts (I am so tired). And I'm trying to do homework but nothing wants to happen, and my hands are shaking so bad to-day, I cannot hold anything to-day, it's ridiculous. This is one of those weeks where you lose your faith (and that is terrible timing indeed: it's Holy Week already).

I want to go home. I want to cease. I want to sleep for-ever. I want to slide that razor into my body, but I made a promise, and I keep my promises if nothing else. Professor K-G says that makes me strong, but I am not so sure.

( What is keeping my faith: )