a waste of paint, of tape, of time.

Oct 11, 2010 14:16

Lately I've been worrying.
That my worrying about getting depressed each summer is why I keep getting so depressed each summer.

I feel like I'm unravelling, like a cheap toy that's coming to pieces.

18 days 'til I see the psych again. Just hold steady girl.
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