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Gasp, I'm not dead. Though tonight I deal again with my depression and I'm sick of it. I'm fucking tired of fighting it.. maybe I should just let it win, I mean I was close before but now I'm afraid seeing how far I was willing to go. I know I'll fight it and win again but the urge to give up is there. I'm tired of it you know, why is it when life treats me well finally that it decides its time to kick me back down.. I mean for what almost 6-7 months now without being really upset and tonight here I am posting this. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.. and I don't feel any better getting my thoughts down so i think i'm just gona curl up and die(sleep) for the night and probably feel better in the morning.