Back to being depressed, as usual. It's amazing how little can tip the scales into my life sucking--and the truly funny thing is that I KNOW what depresses me, and yet I continually revisit those things. And every time I do and I find nothing has changed, that little optimistic bit that is left in me dies a little more. I am only happy when he is around, he makes me forget, and yet I find myself holding back just like I always do. It is becoming a disturbing trend I wish I knew the source of. Self-doubt, hell, let's face it, self-hatred...
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Why do people even bother with me? In less than a breath, less than a thought, I contradict mysel