An actual journal entry.

[_unbeautiful_]

Some mornings I wake up and I wish in my slumber my chest had forgotten how to breathe. Nothing; not his eyes, not sex, not music, not drugs, not love, can cure the dead soul I carry around within me day after day. I used to think depression was a phase I was going through, but a chemical imbalance isn't a passing phase, and being off medication

Comments

[sarayarbrough]

That's most excellent

[autumns_dawn]

He's a pretty awesome guy.

And you're a pretty awesome girl.