if i was going to die, today would be the day. it's now the fifth year i have had depression and honestly no matter how many meds i take, it will never go away. and that's just how shit works. this depression will never leave, it never does. and i just have to learn how to live with it. and if i can't . . . well then there's death.
it's like i'm waking up surrounded by fog thick enough to block my sight, and yet, everyone else can see.
YOU ARE READING
emotionally
Non-Fictionbasically a book where i write down how i'm feeling, throw in some really shitty poetry here and there and maybe a few songs for the hell of it. [ trigger warning ]
