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What the hell is going on? It's like my journal just disappeared. I guess it doesn't matter because I've had this journal for a while and the history just trials off into obscurity anyhow. Lots of things seem like they matter little now. There's a part of me that wonders why I keep going but a hidden part deep inside that knows.
"If we fall and break, all the tears in the world cannot make us whole again."
- VNV Nation.
Yesterday should've been fun. I've become more surrounded by friends than ever and here I am more depressed than ever. What the hell is wrong with me? I have no right to feel like this when everything is good. There has to be a reason for all of this, I pray that it'll all makes sense soon. I know it's some sort of trial. I guess the "eternal myth-making machine" someone on the depression community mentioned in a comment is something I want so badly to believe in. It keeps me journeying on.
"If we fall and break, all the tears in the world cannot make us whole again."
- VNV Nation.
Yesterday should've been fun. I've become more surrounded by friends than ever and here I am more depressed than ever. What the hell is wrong with me? I have no right to feel like this when everything is good. There has to be a reason for all of this, I pray that it'll all makes sense soon. I know it's some sort of trial. I guess the "eternal myth-making machine" someone on the depression community mentioned in a comment is something I want so badly to believe in. It keeps me journeying on.