How many of you have felt so down, you felt like shoving a knife down your own throat? How many of you have felt so used, that even the coloured crayons are less used than you? How many of you have ever felt like a complete fool? HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE BEEN TAKEN FOR GRANTED?
I need someone who understands how I feel. I need a shoulder to cry on. I need a hand to hold.
Sigh, fuck this depression shit.