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I tried everything...got professionals but it just went around in a circle...and got confusing...and everything that could go wrong...went wrong
I'm done...i don't want any labels...I don't want any "professional" labels...I don't want to be put down as a "over dramatic" little idiot...I am...
Then Rangiku Matsumoto....?
And there we go... "You need proffesional help"...what I'm some kind of freaked up person...someone who needs this "special" help...to be labelled...
Because...if you simply suggest something that doesn't have much power...it's going to be a problem...I can't tell them because I will get in...
And render myself more useless...you do know I have nothing left in life...nothing to be happy about...and so I don't have anywhere to go...
.....no....I like cats...just not that much...when I'm depressed then I'm depressed and rendered unable to do anything
I don't have a journal...and I like having replies to look at...
I had that one friend...but he screwed me over...and I will never get one like him...
I'm playing music and it doesn't help...my depression has been on for an hour right now...
Nope...not even in hell...no one can get silence up past about ten miles from where I live...
Oh yeah...get away from people...I'm in a place filled with asses...jerks...and people who would fantasize running me over because I'm looking...
I was singing because I heard that singing your heart out...actually makes your depression fade
If it's thrown and meant to catch your attention and your told to shut up...then it's just meant to be an object of that use...not a gift
No they didn't...they didn't give me a gift...after I shared one thing...they began treating me as if I was some contamination that is allowed to...
It's hard...if I sing at home I get my mouth taped shut...singing on the bus gets something thrown at me and being told to shut up...then I'm...
No...they threw stuff at me, telling me to shut up...it isn't a gift...it's a form of bullying...
I never asked for it...I sang before...I sang and they ignored me...they would ignore me as I sang...but now they throw stuff at me...it's the...
I'm not afraid...to die...but I cannot...sadly I cannot die...because my body won't let it...
No...