♥ Sunday, February 13, 2005♥
Well here I go again, ranting about my current depression. My dad called last night, it was for mom. Well, once again I am locking myself up in my room and not existing in this house again. I want to scream and cry but I feel that my eyes are dried out. We also went to pay the tax lady again, her office is now on route 1 and 175. $25 dollars, man, and I was gonna pay some of my phone bill with that. So long next pay check. I am still praying for Ms. Pat and Chris, since they are going in for surgery. Is it possible to cry so much that you can't cry any more? Maybe I can prove that fact true. I have also been sleeping so much, it's because I don't want to see my mother's face. God, help me please. I must be in denial of something elese besides finaces.
Crying in the dark
No one hear you
When you sob into a pillow
No one can smell you
When your door in locked shut
No one can comfort you
When you are cast aside
No one can help you
When you are sitting still
No one can see you
When you cry in the dark
my donut-addict STOPS!
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