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♡ Scarce no one but yourself
Saturday, August 16, 2008, 9:45 AM
Ohmigod.
I've yet denial an update yorely. Divinely excusatory? I am overly allin yesterday. I got back from school and heave hurl myself on the bed, thinking of my depression. I've so much to discover about myself and I'm yet to explore the global world. I am too divestiture, and I, in particular hate it, a lot. Why can't I be an only girl without trips and traps? I can consider my own life and yet there people asking me to be someone I don't want to. I am absolutely in deep depression. Well its too far off board to use the word depression but it synonymed with my current situation. At times, I am euphoric, at times, melancholic. Exams are just tipping and I'm yet to catch up with the syllabus. Everytime I head-ache with studies, certain things popped, instead. There's no one I can turn to right now. I was completely being bypass and apostate. Where are they when I need them the most? Where? Its hardly in sight. Maybe I should stand on my two on feet instead of being too dependent of the beings around me. I never get through my teenage life if this consistent. Why, I hate this thing!
My pals? Scarce the doubt.
P.S. If this was this was ever existed, I need your consolation immediately. But you're gone and forever out sight. Maybe you're my biggest dilemma.