Yet again it starts, almost a full hour of crying tonight.
Like 2 nights ago.
Life and death on my right leg are scars.
Yin and yang are only small scratches on my left.
Going to h**dsp*ce doesn't help
Yeah she now knows why i am depressed
She tries convince me
No one is perfect.
Sorry this has become more of a diary than a story. Sorry for posting this but its your choice whether you read or not.
