My illness is clearly taking over and yet I can't seem to admit it. I lost my job, I failed 3 out of 4 classes, I stopped going to therapy, I've stopped getting out of bed, I've stopped returning phone calls, I've stopped showering. But things are going to be fine. I can't leave the city because it would be failing, I can't leave my school ( Read more... )

when I'm too depressed to write.