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friday march 11th, 2005

saturday july 25th, 2020


last memory that i have of me being happy is when i was little. my dad would take me to the park at least once a week. my favorite was the swings. he would push me and i would imagine myself flying. i would close my eyes, listen to the birds, the river. i would feel my hair flowing in the wind. i know that im not okay, but i can’t tell anyone, they’ll think im crazy. i don’t want to die yet but i also don’t want to live having this feeling of loneliness in me. depression isn’t a joke. wish me luck. -xena