My sudden episodes of depression has made it hard for me to write or enjoy writing at that. I'll try and see if I could finally finish editing my "Forbidden Things" books and my 2 newst ones.
My sudden episodes of depression has made it hard for me to write or enjoy writing at that. I'll try and see if I could finally finish editing my "Forbidden Things" books and my 2 newst ones.
It's funny really, how a happy relationship can turn so sour in a split minute. So funny how my smile that was once filled with happynies can be replaced by tears. Tears that sting your eyes reminding you how you fucked up. It's funny really.
RIghts now, I really don't see the reason to keep on trying. Nor do I see the reason to keep on talking or breathing. Im just done. Physically and mentally.
You lied? I cried.
You flirt? I hurt.
You wanted? I needed.
You forgot? I remembered.
You promised? I kept it.
You stopped? I started.
You were done? I was trying.
You love me? Stop lying.
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