I’m a afraid i’ll cry. I might just do it just want to die i can’t escape no matter how hard i try i’m trapped in a insane place of no hope. i mope around hoping i’ll find happiness but theres no comments w
hen I stand in the park smoking, my last cigarette every whisper I can hear is about me. People think I’m a suicidal basket case! I stand in the dry blistering wind sulking in my deep deep sorrows for no one cares. I look in the mirror and feel like puking.
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Dear Miss Moody
You are trapped …inside yourself! you say you smoked? is that what you wrote…cuz that is something that helps depressioon take control. what makes you happy miss moody? Dancing? singing? acting? or smokiing? what really pushes soome of those evil thoughs and you dont feel so trapped? staying social mis key. Being healthy is too. you may think that i dont know anything…..but i have experienced WAY more than probaly half of you people on this website. Find a happy place, somewhere to go. The best things in life are?…free
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