“Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile.
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life’s mystery seems so faded.”
Aside from my mother, I haven’t talked to a single person - online, on the phone, or in person - for three days. And I haven’t wanted to; I’ve been sleeping on weird hours to avoid my friends. Yes, I know that’s fucked-up, but I hate to make rifts; to cry, whine, to squawk, or complain, but I haven’t been so depressed in a long time. My friends don’t want to know about my woes; they have their own troubles. It’s been a couple weeks since I started getting that feeling that something terrible is going to happen, and now I’ve allowed myself to weaken… to collapse into depression. So I close myself away in my room, where I can read, and think flawed thoughts, and forget that anything’s wrong. It’s the only way.
It’s the only way.
