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by ericka Feb 12, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It's noisy in this room but quiet in my head i cant wait to go home and lay in my bed just let out all my thoughts stop pretending to be happy and it's ok cause only my room sees that i feel crappy that i wonder why i was brought to this world if they knew i was gonna be a depressed girl no one else know's what i feel no one else understands why i'd be happier in jail it's quiet there so i can relate and there's no more stupid debates