The bruisings are becoming deeper every time. A red liquid pools on the ground. I felt so good untill a part of me noticed that i am trash. And i know its not true and all... i lost control, i wish i had someone i could call and just tell how i feel. But there is no one, i cant even write it here. Crippling delusions have taken over me.
Will try to stay active trough the day, im not staying in this place. Thats what the depression wants. I feel like hell, but i will keep trying to push trough each passing moment. I will calm down.
Will try to stay active trough the day, im not staying in this place. Thats what the depression wants. I feel like hell, but i will keep trying to push trough each passing moment. I will calm down.