I'm much more prone to feeling down a lot. I just feel sluggish and unmotivated.
It's never hard to sing the blues. Everyone in the world has the blues . . .
I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.
The easiest thing to feel is sadness.
Nobody is immune to feeling depressed.
Everyone else has days when they don't want to smile, when you just want to come in and be regular.
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
I was depressed. I was just depressed. I did not want to be a Pittsburgh Steeler because I knew of the record.
It's just so hard to feel good, you know?
Feeling a little blue in January is normal.
They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.
It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.
When you feel low and down, you don't know whom to talk to and go out with.
When down in the mouth, remember Jonah. He came out all right.
You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin' up. Plain and simple.
Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.
To have gone to all this trouble to get to this is just too stupid! Outside there's brilliant sunshine but I don't feel up to looking at it.
Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.
Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.
It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.
