Oh please. Just let me out. I wanted into this feeling so bad. Now I want out. It’s amazing, but it’s worse than heroine or cocaine or meth. Worseworseworse. It makes you dependant. That person’s not feelin’ it as much as you? You’re sick to yourself. Sick. What’s wrong with me, why can’t I just have normally proportioned feelings? Why do my depressive states always get out of hand and interfere with everything in my life? I don’t know. I wish I knew. I’ve always been getting stuck in these depressive holes. And I can never climb out when I need to. The rescue team always comes a bit late.
Well at least now, I’m pretty much numb most of the time. Better than shattering, anyways. Still, I’d like to be able to feel some happiness, however little. That’d be nice.
Ilsy
I wish someone read this. And could help me.
