A few more pictures

What is contentment?

Depressed again... I'm starting to wonder if I need help. I can't point to one thing that is causing me to feel like this. I make up scapegoats in my mind and blame all of my problems on my past. I don't know.
I think that maybe I've become dependent on my depression. I don't want to be happy anymore. I know that that sounds paradoxical. Maybe that's why I'm so confused. Maybe there isn't always one clear way, maybe there isn't always just one right answer. I don't know.

Some photos I took at the shanty

Time : : : Regret : : : Consequence

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last sylable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard nomore: It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. ~William Shakespeare