so this is what it feels like to be depressed without a buffer...i missed this.
my lips are so chapped. i haven't showered in days; my hair is curly. i don't remember how long i've been wearing these clothes. my mouth tastes like morning breath. i haven't done a single productive thing all day, and i feel like a drunkard on the concrete. there is no more work to distract me. 4,684 texts. 35 snapchats. 17 twitter notifications. 17 facebook notifications. 10 facebook messages. 24 emails. 4 instagram dms. they care, i know they do. that's the thing. everyone cares about whether i live or die...except me.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
