Monday, November 2, 2009

downing

I'm tired and down. This is somewhat usual. I want to sleep all day, hide in a bleak winter forest and never come out.

I hate being depressed; it seeps and creeps like a Halloween ghost into my pores. I can't write anymore. Nothing good comes out of me. I know this is all demon talk, but damn--today it feels so real.

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