She will be loved
Friday, Feb. 07, 2003
already
Fuck.Normally, I don't get too depressed in the morning. Depression is an afternoon thing for me, at least work-related depression. Not today. I've only been here 20 minutes and already the tears are welling up in my eyes. I want to put my head down and cry. I want to stab myself with my blood sugar pricker. I want to scream and cry and tell the world to fuck off. I want my life to be over. I'm sick of it.
I need a place where I belong.
Watching/Hearing/Listening to: people talking
Drinking:
Wearing: