every year I delude myself...
Depressed
I wish I could make you understand there is no logic. No reason. Nothing to justify my feelings. The void is swallowing me. I am drowning. I do not know when I slipped in. I also do not know when I shall slip back out of the depths.
You need to
Get up. Get up. Get up. You can do this. Come on. Get up. Come on. Please? Stop sleeping so much. Come on. Let's do something. Get up. You can do this. Brush your hair. Brush your teeth. Wash your face. You got this. Please get up. But I just feel so drained. What is…
Chandy Grace 