by Jessie   May 11, 2007

I mean depressed where you don't care whether you live or die. Where you don't care what happened to you because the sad thing is you've experienced worse. No matter where you go you still hurt. It doesn't matter who you surround yourself with it still hurts. No matter how much you've laughed that day, you still cry yourself to sleep every night.


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