Something soft and soaked in pain.
Have you ever felt like you were in such a deep pit that you could never escape but you were alone and everyone else was up above showing happiness and the only thing left to do was sit and cry in the cold darkness?
I had a really good day today and then my depression hits me like a bullet to the head.
I want to cry. I've run out of tears.
I can't even handle my own emotions.
We can't smoke in the house because of the baby. But here I am, smoking in my room to substitute the urge to cut.
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A New Chapter
RandomMy last book, "Torn Apart", was supposed to be the book that I made progress. Instead, I brought myself down even more. I made no progress. I don't regret any of the decisions I've made. I don't feel guilty for anything that effected me. I'm proud...
