If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
i want to say so much right now i want so scream i want to cry i want to talk but i cant i cant bring myself to do it to say whats really on my mind im so fucked up its not even funny well actually... it really is
im stopping my anti-dep. without my mom knowing. tell me if i start going downhill again or if i change at all. and lets not tell my mom. i think im doing fine, so i think i dont need them anymore.