The girl in the cardigan

Trying for those who are depressed is a big deal.

When I was younger, I loved to play hit the bucket. Making a reflection now, I would like those great pitches that I gave to work at the time that I sank.
I bet on the lottery tickets, but I didn't win any. I had two options; or he would rob a bank or write to me in the clown spot.
I prefer a second option. But I was sorry to have to leave the house.
I looked at my best sellers on the shelves. They were dusty and spiders lived there.
I had two bottles of pills in my hands when I felt that my head would collapse.
This issue of disorder is a very serious matter.
And I couldn't stand anyone who made a joke about it. I once suffered prejudice, that is to say several times.
I advanced on top, but got hit. It was a very lonely life.
And I had no idea how to get over it, or if it was possible at least. My conditions said it was impossible. I looked in the mirror and didn't like what I saw.
I decided to walk away and roam around listening to the creak of the outbreak.
An almost imperceptible creak. I was too light to make any noise.
I looked at my cardigan, and decided that I would use it, even though it needed to be washed, to go to a job interview.
The circus was in town and I had to use it.
But I had no incentive, so I repeated the same thing loudly:
- You need to go there, you are so depressing that soon you will be sought without competition.
I need the money. I had to go there. Take courage.
I remember once thinking to encourage myself: "the most famous people develop lollipop".
It was an expression to say, how formally small.
I saw in myself what I became with the disorder. I was going to happen until I lost control.
I sighed. Lets go Girl. Wake up! Do you need to earn money to avoid being evicted or do you want to live on the street?
It is the only job that does not seem impossible in its conditions. I took a deep breath.
I took these arguments and bathed myself in perfume, without strength for a bath.
I did my hair as much as I could and shook my head.
I will. My pants, my red boots and my wool cardigan were what I was going to wear.
You decided: "is it a failure or not?"
Maybe, I am, but with a home.