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Depression. Suicide. Horrible, horrible things, and yet I become more and more fasinated with them. I qualify for six of the nine main symptoms of depression. Not the two signs that are like 'OMG you need professional help' ones, not really. I mean, I feel those as much as anyone would feel them sometimes, when it randomly comes up in a book, but really. Six of the nine. I can feel it, too. They way I'm starting to hate the light, I'm talking less, not feeling nearly as well, not enjoying things......I don't know. I have no idea anymore. I'm not sure I had anything to say in the first place. All I know is, I'm not me. Not the me I use to be, at all. I feel like I'm wearing a mask, pretending to be alright, not letting anyone know. No one knows.....right now.......But at least I can write this knowing I probably don't even have to put it privet. No one reads this anyway.
Mrs. Meikle. Oh, dear, god. She was wearing a mask, too. A lovely mask, a well crafted, lovely, mask. How it decived us of the truth. We believed it, we took comfort in it, and in the end, it crashed on the floor as she packed up and quickly left. She didn't leave anything behind. Except us. Sarah and I found the mask. I showd it to Kaylee. I can't show it to the others. It was too painful. I---................I miss her. It hurt when she left. It hurt because it was all a lie. We trusted the lie, loved the lie, but it hurt in the end.
Darkness......is lovely.
 Figmented Imagination · Tue Nov 20, 2007 @ 01:13am · 2 Comments |
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