I have heard this term a lot lately–Existential Depression. It’s cute; it definitely attempts to make the speaker sound more intelligent than they actually are, which might explain the depression. But I think I have come up with a better word for it.
I am just plain old fucking tired. Granted, I actually am physically exhausted one hundred percent of the time, but I am tired in all areas of life. I am emotionally tired, physically tired, intellectually tired, artistically tired, philosophically tired, so on and so forth.
I guess it doesn’t help being manic and wanting to got to the river every second of every day, and then switching it up and giving my all just to stay awake throughout the day, after exhausting every physical, mental, and emotional resource to con myself into getting out of bed.