by Melissa Oct 11, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Just a few days ago, it feels so real, I was all alone and playing with a doll, now I sit in a crowded house, feeling less and less like a person and more like a slave, an animal more to say, robotic in my motions of day to day work, never feeling love, seeing it and getting the euphoric high from what it once felt like, and now I just float along like someone standing still in a world of fast forward, a simple trick in movies, that feels so real...why am I so passive? Why am I so aggressive? Why can I not win at the game? Is it not my turn, when will it behoove me to play.... |
Great start I think this one would be better if it were broken up differently |