It's official, when I'm depressed I'm a much better person. I'm friendly... er to my guy friends, I'm more empathetic to my gal friends, and I can write like the wind. Only set back is I'm constantly complaining on my LJ, my poems always talk about why I'm depressed, and my Insomnia greatly controls my life. Then again, who cares, I have my stories
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