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by haunted May 10, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I think about all the things I've been through, telling myself that it was all just a challenge I had to face. I'll admit I was never brave enough to get over anything. I'd taken all this crap day by day, not thinking of the outcomes. I ran away from the things I couldn't handle; erased them from my mind. I was losing time. I want to run, I want to scream and chase away the damned demons that won't leave me alone, walk out that door. I can't find a reason to get better because maybe I wasn't meant to get better from this. Maybe I'll die with this. I'm done with being patient and I'm starting to fall apart. Reach into my throat and rip my heart out; I'm finished.