A few days a go, I finally got the guts up to break apart my razor and start cutting, because I was tired of feeling empty, just misery and nothingness, I wanted the rush of endorphins…I wanted to feel something new, anything new. I’m diagnosed as seriously depressed, I’m on medication for it but since dating someone after getting on the medication, thinking she was truly all and everything, wanting to marry her, have kids with her and start a life with her and then losing her the drugs aren’t enough…i’m back to my old cycle of happy for a while, sad for a lot […]
