It's kinda creapy sometimes

It's kinda creapy sometimes, how quickly depression can creep up on you when you don't have any beer or alchohol handy. I don't even know why I feel this way, I just do.
It seams as if everyone in my personal Novella is knee deep in polychromatic human refuse. Half of'm can't figure out why they've been efed over by life, and the other half just can't figure out why they keep making the wrong choices. All while I stand in the middle listening while my life falls appart like sand thru your fingers. Sure, I can hold on to a few things, but I can't seem to grasp the larger elements and if I hold on too tight it all sifts thru anyway.  
well it seams I'm off to do what I do best. And maybe this time I'll get into a fight with someone.