There's this thing that happens when you're sad and depressed for a long time. And when you're loved.
You want to ruin everything.
Destroy the thing that loves you.
It's like suicide, but more painful.
I am trying so hard to be better. To be happy.
but, i'm not. And i love you. Dear internet that listens to all my complaints and applaudes me on my successes. And tells me how cute my children are.
I just want to talk to somebody and somebody keeps melting away.
I can't cry anymore. The drugs have stolen that from me.
And that would be a relief.
I have had a bad day.
And i know you're tired of my bad days and you want good stories. The stories i tell, full of hope and appreciation.
I want that too.
I'm sorry.
Posted by Jess at 11:39 PM Permalink

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please, don't be sorry. sending prayers your way.
Posted by Irene | September 19, 2006 12:40 AM