Everything just hurts so much.
I feel so, down, all the time.
I haven't cried this much in over half a year, and honestly, I told myself I was done with that.
... but now it's back ,
but this time I can't tell anyone.
I don't trust anyone enough to let them know,
which is kinda the benefits of a pretty much anomynous account right?
I just pour my heart out, and wait for the next day.
I guess depression is like the tide right?
Always comes back, especially at night when you're most vulnerable to fall into and drown,
The waves, deteriorate your wooden support beams, they wrought and fall away,
and voila- stability, gone.

I just keep telling myself it's a phase,
but it's harder when you lie on the the floor, clutching your chest 'cause the anxiety makes it next to impossible to aquire enough air.