Behind the happiness I show, I am dying. I am dying of depression, anxiety, loneliness, and probably anorexia as well. I may smile, but that doesn't mean I am happy. I just force it. I almost always have. I lost the happy, fun girl I used to be.
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My Drawings
RandomSome of these drawings are depression drawings and some are not. I will write a description of each drawing. They are not colored, only sketched. I know that lots of these drawings are really bad, but hey, I don't really care!
