I thought I was over this. I thought that these little pills would help. I thought that they would keep the sadness at bay, where those clawed hands are too far away to have another swipe at my mind. Why is it back? Why do I feel worse than before? When will it end? Will it ever? I’m tired of every day feeling like a chore. I’m tired of waking up and putting on a smile for the...
February 22, 2012
I am so damn tired of putting up with all of this. But I’m so pathetic that I can’t even say or do something about it. I write stupid blog posts on the internet bitching about my feelings.