Tuesday, 3 February 2015
My head feels like a mixer. Knives. Goo. Sometimes my thoughts are sharp and clear and good and sometimes I loose my train of thought and just start crying and sometimes I can't handle the world and I want to die over the meaningless injustice and sometimes I hear a really good song and it lifts me up a little.
Love, Kristina at 03:13
Labels: Depression, English
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