I have no energy to write, no energy for anything. I’m only feeling pain, something is dying inside of me for two years now. My eyes are black, sore and weary yet I haven’t cried in months. It feels like this will never end.
A life of depression, is a life not worth living.
I just want peace and quiet. It’s funny how much drama friends can bring, and not in a good way. Pathetic boy problems are not important, when will they realise.