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I've Made The Wrong Friends in the Right Places

I've made friends with my depression.
Grown to love
Something that might destroy me.
Or just maybe, it will help define me.

I cling to it
Because it's familiar,
Because it's a part of me,
Because it's the only part of me I can be certain of anymore.

I don't want it to change.
I don't want it to go away,
And leave me alone with some other stranger
Who would live in my head.
I don't want to feel better at this point.

Is there something wrong with me?
Wouldn't people normally want
Something like this to stop?
I wanted it to stop once.

To stop feeling lonely...

And useless...

And unwanted...

And

A house full of people and still lonely as can be..

Times like this I wish I had a puppy. My puppies. They'd understand.. I mean, my aunt's dog is great, but she's old and doesn't really want to be cuddled and whatnot. I want mine back..

Is anyone up...

I'd really love someone to talk to... I haven't felt like a human being in almost a month. I've been crying for hours at night and sleeping all day. I guess November's always just gonna be "that month"

I think I need some growth cake.

Have you ever felt like you were shrinking? Not literally of course, because then I would advise you go see a doctor with the specialty in growth and height.
I dunno. Normally I at least like myself. My job, my body modifications, the relative look and shape of me, just the person I am. But today, I felt like I was just a little girl again, hiding under it all to try and seem 'big', and no one's really taking me seriously. You know? I don't like not being heard. I don't like feeling so small.

-shrug-

I feel sort of like going home and going to my room, and imitating an adorable piece of lint stuck in my blanket. That or going far, far, far away so that no one could bug me and not returning for a long time.
On second thought, I think I'll go for the lint.
"BE THE LINT."

-shrug-

I feel sort of like going home and going to my room, and imitating an adorable piece of lint stuck in my blanket. That or going far, far, far away so that no one could bug me and not returning for a long time.
On second thought, I think I'll go for the lint.
"BE THE LINT."

-shrug-

I feel sort of like going home and going to my room, and imitating an adorable piece of lint stuck in my blanket. That or going far, far, far away so that no one could bug me and not returning for a long time.
On second thought, I think I'll go for the lint.
"BE THE LINT."

-shrug-

I feel sort of like going home and going to my room, and imitating an adorable piece of lint stuck in my blanket. That or going far, far, far away so that no one could bug me and not returning for a long time.
On second thought, I think I'll go for the lint.
"BE THE LINT."

Starting New

First of all, I think this might be one of the worst days in musical history. But great pride seems to overcome my sense of grief. We will forever be the Kids From Yesterday, the guys will always be remembered, respected, loved and saluted. It's been a hell of an adventure, and they've impacted so many lives for the better. ♥ Sing it for the world♪
I found out at like 1 o'clock this morning, from my best friend, who was having a mental break down. I was comforting him for a good two hours. But think about it; the guys wouldn't want us to be upset.

Why... Why did I do that...

So... I have two different Facebook accounts. One, for socialism and friends, the other for personal use, under a different name. I have my dad blocked off my social one, the one I most frequently use. I haven't talked to him in two years.
But I went on my personal one, and looked him up. Knowing full well it would just upset me, and make me miss him more. Knowing that it would probably hold me down for the rest of the day, when I have other things to do and people to teach. Why - why do I have to be so god fucking damn stupid sometimes...
When I lived with him, all I wanted was for him

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