Sometimes I feel so depressed that I can't function. There's nothing I can do to make myself get out of bed. Too much effort is required to lift up a pencil or a spoon. I won't have an appetite and I'll only eat so I don't pass out. Each time I sigh is like I'm breathing out whatever type of emotion is still left in me until I'm empty. If I dig into my palms with my nails until the skin peels I don't feel a thing. I crave the moments where I don't get to think. Being caught in a haze where nothing exists is my only solace. I get nosebleeds and I feel light headed. My head spins and I can barely stand but I don't care. It's better than knowing nothing will ever be okay again.
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