Fucking depression's gonna be the end of me.
I've spent the past three weeks reminding myself of the many reasons I need to continue living. There are only a handful of them, first and foremost being the two children depending on me. There are a few other reasons, but none I'd like to mention here.
The music's keeping me emotionally sedate (read: numb) which is my original intent.
My local friends are checking in on me. My family are, as always, completely oblivious. Even if they knew, they'd write it off as me being immature.
I really want to hide away somewhere for a few days. I want to curl up in someone's arms and cry for a day or two. I really don't care who it is at this point. I don't really feel any emotional attachment to the people I see daily, and it's the one thing I need most right now. I suppose I'll be fine in a few days (I keep telling myself this).
I've spent the past three weeks reminding myself of the many reasons I need to continue living. There are only a handful of them, first and foremost being the two children depending on me. There are a few other reasons, but none I'd like to mention here.
The music's keeping me emotionally sedate (read: numb) which is my original intent.
My local friends are checking in on me. My family are, as always, completely oblivious. Even if they knew, they'd write it off as me being immature.
I really want to hide away somewhere for a few days. I want to curl up in someone's arms and cry for a day or two. I really don't care who it is at this point. I don't really feel any emotional attachment to the people I see daily, and it's the one thing I need most right now. I suppose I'll be fine in a few days (I keep telling myself this).