I'm reaching the point where I'm falling apart.Where I can't distract myself anymore and nothing relieves that void I feel. I used to fill my time with browsing the internet or playing games, just anything to take me out of my mind for enough hours until I could fall asleep.
Rinse and repeat.
I kept myself afloat that way.
Correction.
I use too keep myself afloat that way.
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Poems Of Sad Sorts
PoetryHere are just collection of poems, quotes, and sorts. Created from rambled scattered thoughts. Most if not all display a depressive route. Everything that is present here may or may not get revised somewhere down the line.