I wish I could find myself. I wish I could know who I truly am. I wish I could only stop the facade that I just began.
I wish my stomach would just stop feeling full and causing me to lose my appetite.
I don't know. I don't care. I feel so odd. And I don't even know why I'm upset.
PMSing? Highly unlikely. Mood swings? I think so. Depression? Maybe.
It's so annoying when you can let the water stop flowing into the deep blue ocean. It gets even more annoying when it seeps into the depths of your soul, crushing you, tearing you to pieces.
Not that dramatic I suppose but you get my drift.
I feel selfish. Yet I know that someone out there has a much much more bigger trouble than me and is handling it with heads held high. Without a sign of a white flag anywhere. I'm so SELFISH and I really CRAVE for this want to STOP.
Just STOP!Yet I helplessly let these emotions take over and afflicting with everyone else's lives.
Depression.
I know it as the saddest word in the dictionary. And it's something everyone should try as much to face the music and live without this depression.
As for now, to hell with lack of appetite, to hell with tantrums, to hell with sadness and most of all..
TO HELL WITH DEPRESSION. GET THE FCUK OUT OF MY LIFE, FCUKING DEPRESSION!
For now, I shall remain happy. In my cocoon. In my little world of bliss.
OliOli-PooPoo signed off at 8:04PM.