...it feels as if everything makes me feel so low.
...as if something keeps me from being happy.
...as if everyone is looking in
and i can't breathe.
(maybe if i see a psychologist, this depression will fade. and this anorexia.)
My tears are not free. Every drop amounts to a piece of your heart. So when I cry you a river, prepare to give me you heart. and I'll welcome it with a kiss. (012407)
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ei marion, how did u post ur comments link? can i add u din here? :D
sure, maja! :) try finding the 'post comment' thing in the settings. i think it's in there. :)
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