[no one would, especially you]

some friends don't understand this. they don't understand how desperate i am to have someone to say, i love you and i support you just the way you are because you're wonderful just the way you are. they don't understand that i can't remember anyone ever saying that to me. i am so demanding and difficult for my boyfriends because i want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though i am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving.

depression is all about if you loved me you would. as in if you loved me you would stop doing your work, stop giving your priorities to your guy friends because of your pathetic ego, and stop doing everything besides sitting here by my side and passing me kleenex and aspirin while i lie and creak and cry and drown myself and you in my misery.

April 30, 2005 - 4:12 am