Oh well. Depressed enough again not to want to move or speak, so I guess I'm going to bed.
Sorry
Why does being this unhappy make you ache all over? ~sigh~ I don't fucking *want* to be unhappy. I just work myself further and further down until very little could drag me out - and of course people around me don't notice or care and keep throwing things on top of me forcing me further down.
Who cares? Nothing good could happen anyway. Whatever. ~cries~
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Also - Oh. Pretty.