Every day, I would go upstairs for a small amount of time and cry and just hate myself. Then I would come downstairs and pretend I was grabbing socks or petting the cat or something stupid like that.
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Depression Quotes - Book 2
RandomCouldn't fit them all into 1, so it'll be a couple books long. Starts at number 200 because that's when the first book ended. Extreme trigger warning.
