I gave up a long time ago. But that doesn't stop me from still living. I gave up what i had before, more friends, an appearance which was pleasing. At this point in time the only reason left for living is the sliver of hope that things will get better. Everyone assures me they will, but nothing is sure in reality. Anything is possible they say, and that can be looked upon in all ways. People that hear my story say if i wasn't so 'depressed' and if i didn't dress like i did my life would be better, but no, it wouldn't. Because i would just have more worthless friends that i cannot trust and do not understand me. Done with this rant, i guess.
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Date: 2002-05-21 09:06 pm (UTC)Don't give up, chummer
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Date: 2002-05-22 12:57 pm (UTC)