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Monday, November 22, 2010
Stay, please. @ 1:55 AM

Depression is clouding upon my skies.
All I need is one true friend. Someone who really cares.
It kind of hurts, because I feel like no one can really understand how I feel.
I feel like no one will care even if they do know how I feel.
Maybe that's why I don't even bother relating my troubles.
I feel really alone.
I need someone to tell me, that they're gonna be there for me, even at 2 in the morning.
That they're just a text or call away.
Just like how I tell everyone else I'll be there for them, a call or text away.
I really need a shoulder sometimes.
Someone to hear me, not talk, but to hear me cry.
Tears are words they heart can't say.
If you care, you'll understand, even when I've said nothing at all.
I'm tired of people always leaving.

I'm tired of being afraid to lose people all the time.
Tired of being paranoid.
Tired of being self-concious.
Tired of crying.
Tired of hurting.
Tired of just, everything.
I could really use someone right now.

It's almost 3am. This post is realy turning out emo-ish.
I'm gonna turn in soon. Hopefully, I'll be back to the old normal me in the morning.
I'll never go back to the old depressed me ever again.
I refuse to.

Goodnight world.





memories
in cold decay.