If anyone bores themselves, it is me. For after all, I am the one without anything interesting to say. *sigh* I figured out I'm clinically depressed. I should be on medication for it, but I'm not. Mostly because I'm choosing not to tell my parents- who are the legal adult figurines in my life that would have to get me the proper medicine. I get even more depressed in the spring you know that? I don't hate beauty, I just hate its persistence. I mean if I didn't have to hear the birds all the time, or see the stupid buds on the stupid trees, and watch the goslings traipse their way across my back yard with their mustard brown fluff maybe it wouldn't be so hard.
But I wrote a poem. It makes me feel good about myself- at least for a moment. I have some great lines.
Cordially-
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What on earth do you have to be depressed about? You're not struggling to put food on the table, to say you have "proper shelter" is an under-statement, you're getting a great education, you have friends, parents who love you... etc etc. So really, why?
How exactly did you figure this out? Congratz on the poem though...
I don't doubt that you seem to have been feeling down lately, but you have to have a diagnosis from a doctor to be declared clinically depressed. I should know, my parents thought I was a few years ago and would not shut up about it. So we went to the doctor and she basically asked me a bunch of questions about my hobbies and interests and stuff. Which you appear to have. I think you're gonna be fine, darling, whether you tell your parents or not. Maybe you could talk to Maloney.
If i talk to Maloney that'll just push me over the edge. The woman's a wackjob Anna. The thinks I was cutting myself.
You would never cut, and really, you have it good, you just need to open your mind up and keep trying.
SHUT UP! MALONEY IS ADORABLE!
She's an adorable little psychopath.
hey where's you playlist go? I'm miffed :(
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