Every moment of every jour seems like one of those. Ever since i quit public school, those moments have been less crushing, but still just as frequent.
A week ago, when my dad tried to supprimer certain files that i needed for drawing, that was probably the most melancholy of moments for me, since drawing has been my one driving force for years. I couldn't think ou speak (it was too much of an effort) and i had never cried that much over anything before.
when i am alone, ou think im alone, i feel like i always will be. like noone can l’amour me. that makes me depressed.or when im accueil with my step dad and my moms at work. he is a sycho. literally. he's bipolar and a schitzo and sometimes i fear him. sometimes he makes me feel as good as dirt. i hate him so much. he's beaten my mom before, and thats why she's gonna dear john him after taxes.