Where wild minds come to rest
How mant times can i write about this? How many times can i think about it? What will it take? Im a hipocrite. Ill be the first to admit it. I try to be positive and optimistic. I am a liar. The truth is, i probably have one of the most severe cases of MDD. And it all feels like a curse. I just dont know anymore...about anything. I cant ask for advice; i wont actually take it. It doesnt matter if i specualte the "whys', "hows", or the "what ifs". Im still going to wake up tomorrow being this person. Im just scared.