My entries are few and far between lately. I've been busy and happy lately. But now I am depressed. My heart hangs heavy. I want to cry but tears won't come. Why? I feel so depressed. Why? Shouldn't I be happy? I wish I could sleep for six years and wake up in Jeremy's arms. Then life would be perfect. Or would it? No, of course not. I would soon find something else to put me down.
I want to cry so badly, but I just can't.
No job, no excitement, a boyfriend 3,948 miles away. How do I love him? Let me count the ways
My body needs something. What is it? Am I depressed because it is my time? Probably. Take a midol, right?
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This is cringeworthy! And melodramatic.
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