cease my jealousy, it's unstoppable.. :/
it's pretty plain to the world already now that i have a certain issue with something (someone?), so i dont care anymore if the world is to find out this, supposedly, secret of mine. now for the world to read..
i feel the similarity of smart in the simple sense of depression a year back. it has returned.
the matinee show hours back just mend the pieces of my heart back with a strength stronger than super-glue. though that, the effects seem to have dwindle down a whole lot. im moving on to depression, again.
it's never the usual form of novelty, i always go through depression for the most negligible matter. no one understands how it feels like, it's simply painful. and it's nothing of my ability to construe. for simple understanding: emo.
in fact, im very much afraid. of the identical depression which i might have the slightest chance to have to endure. it's the deathly PMR year, marking the wrong period for depression. gosh!
i fear tolerating the exact pain,
i fear flunking PMR,
i fear the fact that my emotions just get lose...
no matter what sort of despairing pain i'd gotta put up with, im not missing that chance of my life.
even if i know i'll hurt after that..
