It's not been the best week. but I'm somehow still determined ( Read more... )

i just feel so broken.

depression creeps out like a little bandit at night time. it peaks its head as you crawl into bed then slowly climbs out until it is a glaring spotlight as you try to fall asleep. drew and my dogs are asleep in our bed. while i sit here thinking about today and tomorrow with dread.

bastard.
it sucks.

one. i have a spending problem.

two. i had a dream about ellen and portia and now my life seems incomplete without them.

three. i need to make friends in this town because the word 'lonely' keeps following me around.

headaches ( Read more... )

she sleeps with you ( Read more... )

drunk is not the same as depression ( Read more... )

she struggles today.

she laughs. but
she doesn't care.
she eats. but food
is toxic.
she sweats from the inside out.
she screams.

from head to toe.

my depression is strong ( Read more... )

Sundays are not great days for me.
Lately, I've been getting sad angry on sunday nights and stay angry till about tuesday evening. i hate it ( Read more... )