Here I am again writing about depression. Its vicious grip is back with its scaly hands bound around my throat. It's hanging on for dear life while I'm hanging on for dear death.
I went to get lunch today and stared around the restaurant curious how many people there wanted to die at that moment. Am I the only one thinking about death? Am I the only one wanting to be gone?
Suicide is on my brain once again. When will it end?
Tuesday night a guy I graduated high school with was killed in an automobile accident. Why do I wish it were me?
1 year ago
