Just a girl who writes down her thoughts and hopes for the best.
Depression: a conversation You paused for a moment and asked with great concerned, “How long has this been going on?” I wish I could give you a clear answer, I wish I could tell it had only been a few months. But honestly, I can’t remember that last time it wasn’t going on, I can’t remember when smiling didn’t make every bone in my body ache. I wanted to look back into your eyes, and say, “But when did it truly ever stop?”
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