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so. feeling in a state of positive depression was today. all day.
i covered it up alright until about 2:18-ish. then i got in the car and felt awful. and stopped pretending that i felt terrible. it's harder work than you might think. to keep up a disguise such as that.
tomorrow i'll be happier. it will be friday, after all. maybe i'll get something so bad for me, but so sweet simultaneously, at starbucks. maybe i'll go to the dance show. maybe i'll hang with others after rubik's cube club. maybe i'll come home and cry again.
i think i am doing it again. this whole falling and smacking my face against the ground thing. it's like deja-vu. a glich in the system.
i feel like shit. honestly, i do.
piss and moan, piss and moan. i know, i know. fucking wimp and masochistic bitch that i am. i know, i know.
'if i can't learn to make myself feel better,
how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?'
i covered it up alright until about 2:18-ish. then i got in the car and felt awful. and stopped pretending that i felt terrible. it's harder work than you might think. to keep up a disguise such as that.
tomorrow i'll be happier. it will be friday, after all. maybe i'll get something so bad for me, but so sweet simultaneously, at starbucks. maybe i'll go to the dance show. maybe i'll hang with others after rubik's cube club. maybe i'll come home and cry again.
i think i am doing it again. this whole falling and smacking my face against the ground thing. it's like deja-vu. a glich in the system.
i feel like shit. honestly, i do.
piss and moan, piss and moan. i know, i know. fucking wimp and masochistic bitch that i am. i know, i know.
'if i can't learn to make myself feel better,
how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?'