8/16/13
Kimys what's keeping me going. The depression digs deeper through my soul, and if I never knew Kimy I probably wouldn't be alive right now. She cares more then she should, she knows all my secrets and accepts me for who I really am. If she wasn't around, I'd lie in bed all day and cry, letting the tears never be wiped away. I try to be happy around her, but sometimes I mess up and my true feelings show trough, but she loves me all the same. She's seen the scars and wounds, but she continues not to judge. If she went away to never return, I'd die in a week outside and inside.
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Sadness
RandomThis is just a journal of my life, read if you want I don't care. It's a really bad story, and if you wanna make it better be my geust, like I said. I don't care.
