Friday, July 11, 2014

Who knows what to call these things anymore...

Brother, you haven't written back yet. You said you would be better. So be better...

Flyer, you won't talk about the split. When I bring it up you shut down and that's not fair to me. We can't pretend it won't happen. I guess you'd rather talk about it over text...

I'm still depressed. I still have bad days. The only thing that's changed is that I hide them now, because I'm ashamed of them. I pretend I'm fine--something I'm very good at, an art I have mastered. I'm obviously very good at it because from what I can tell you haven't noticed. I'm ashamed to be depressed after a year and a half. That's too long. Why aren't I stronger? Why can't I just get over this already? My therapist is keeping me on medication for my entire freshmen year. Maybe longer.

Will I ever be normal again?

-Beaskie

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