light fuse,
run away.
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9:50 AM, Personal Coma
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Depression? Yes. I cope with that damn well. I don't go moping around and crying in bathrooms. It's the anger that I can never cope with. I may not scream and shout, but it eats away at me from the inside, tearing me up. I solved this problem a while ago and once again some stray comment that probably didn't mean a thing has sent me down this dark path to destruction and doom. Following the White Rabbit into a black hole. I need 20ccs of Apathy in an IV. |