Forward full impulse power.

I don't consider myself to be an impulsive person. I try to be reasonable about things in general, but then there are times when all that crap is bottled up too tightly. It uncorks from time to time.

I get depressed.

Not your typical moppy lethargic depression. More like every single thing i've done incorrectly over the last few months suddenly making itself terribly aparent for my own scrutinizing conciousness to mill over. Add that to an odd sense of inevitable, something. I can't describe it. Its just a feeling, and its really really really difficult to get around. (I suppose that is what happens when you feel something you cannot define). Its negative, and it drags me under the waves constantly.

If the world were an ocean seperating us all as islands, then above water is the thankful air, and life giving sky. While beneath the waves is the suffocating and dark miasma of all the things that try to destroy us in this world. My islands likes to slip beneath the waves from time to time.

If we could only get rid of the water, we would see we are all connected by common ground.