I don’t know what to do. It never comes out how you were planning. That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? =)
I am, however, so desperately, profoundly, alone. Wow. Depression is such a deep thing. What does it mean? What does it all mean?
I am, so sorry to everyone I have hurt. I don’t know.
I worked out a bit today. No endorphins. Wow. I must have to go heavy duty to get just a tad of life out of my brain.
It’s so hard. Everything is so hard.
Why can’t I just cry all day and that be it.
I don’t know what to do.
Let me write poetry for a career.
I’m so bad.
So many want so much.
Don’t you understand?
And when it comes.
Why would you not choose
Of a ball heating to a toaster
To it goes
I said it
How it’s done
I don’t like what I have anymore
And I think that’s GG
I think my life is over
I think this is permanent
And I just continue until I die
Until they bury me
As dead as I am now