after i got out i wanted to curl up in a ball and sob on the cold floor because of the strength it took to do just that. in a way i was proud of myself for not rotting in my bed longer than a day because that would’ve just been nasty. i wont let depression take over me. fine, i’m depressed since 1998. i’ll probably always feel the black cloud over me but i won’t let it kill me.
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