I am digging a deeper and deeper hole for myself. The immense hatred on what I am and what I have become is making me squirm in my seat.
Nobody knows how close I am to jumping to that hole and bury myself in. And there is nobody to turn to. This constant act of laughing and smiling is making me tired.
And so I seek refuge in dance and music. At least it helps me forget for a little while.
Dear journal, I can't fall into depression again. I need to get over this phase unharmed.
:: black widow 3/28/2010 11:50:00 PM [+] ::
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