Thoughts and stuff

I've been feeling bad a lot. It's not the outright depression that normally happens, but a malignant melancholy which maintains depressive thoughts at every periphery that I can see but can't access to deal with. It's like a weird mixture of a pit in my stomach and a weight on my chest; not truly either, but somehow both simultaneously - a weight on my diaphragm?

Who knows, and who cares. Overall it doesn't matter.