"You look like you're going to spend your life having one epiphany after another, always thinking you've finally figured out what's holding you back, and how you can finally be productive and creative and turn your life around. 

But nothing will ever change.  That cycle of mediocrity isn't due to some obstacle.  It's who you are.  

The thing standing in the way of your dreams is that the person having them is you."

I'm just realizing that I'm in the midst of a deep depression.  I've felt down before and I've gone through some shit but I've never reached a point this low.  I swore that I was going to get out of bed tomorrow.  That I was going to get up and take care of the growing list of things I need to deal with.  That was a week ago.   My frustratingly moody, uncommunicative, and has-an-excuse-for-everything roommate is just adding to, well, everything.  I don't know how I got so lost but I feel like I need a miracle at this point.