From the bottom of my heart.

Ever so often for reasons as yet unclear to me, I get into periods of inactivity, where I gradually and eventually sink into the lowest state of emotions and I absolutely cannot function. Where everything everyone says has loopholes the size of Jupiter, and I am angered by that and hold them to it for as long as possible. Where the only people I want to be civilised to are strangers, and even then, they annoy me to no end. Where I get wild ideas. Where I do nothing. Where nothing interests me anymore, where I don't even want to try to feel any feelings other than the unhappiness that is already rotting the heart. 

During these at times long, at times fleeting periods, I have been blessed.

I thank my lucky stars for the people who granted me concessions when I hit these lows, even though they could not possibly have known my affliction or thought to attribute my 'nothingness' to anything other than sloth and inaptitude, who helped me catch up when I 'returned'. I thank the teacher in J1 who made sure I did all my Maths homework. I thank the boss and the colleagues who have turned a blind eye to when I just couldn't commit to anything I said I would. I thank the friends who have been forgiving of my pettiness, for offering help I could not take. There are countless others. 

I don't think I could ever say this face-to-face to any of you, but if you are reading these words, I just want to let you know that I am grateful to you, truly.