  Song of the Moment :: Shut Up - Black Eyed Peas This is day :: 5,870 :: of my life. &nbsp; I haven't cut myself since yesterday. I want to, even though I know how easily it could become a huge problem. I just want to do it to see my blood, to prove to myself that I'm still alive even though I don't feel alive. &nbsp; I had a long talk with Brooke last night. She asked me some questions about what it's like to be depressed ( urlLink click here - this is a poem I wrote that I feel sums it up best), which I really appreciated because nobody ever actually wants to know what I'm going through.
They all say "I know how you feel," but unless they've been depressed how can they? So at least Brooke made the effort to understand at least somewhat how I'm feeling at my lowest points. RIGHT NOW mood :: hopeless listening to/watching :: nothing eating/drinking :: vanilla coke craving :: happiness talking to :: nobody thinking about :: my driving test tomorrow wishing :: that my dog would grow the fukk up wearing :: jeans and a red t-shirt random :: This is my little secret. 
