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Friday, October 26, 2007

Is this depression...?
Somehow the past few days, time flew so fast. It’s like one minute I’m in school and the next I’m on the way home. And I’ve been more moody then before. Don’t know why. At times I would be very angry. And I would be angry at the wrong people. And when I’m emo I just jump to conclusions. Someone very dear to me had been hurt a lot the past 2 months by none other then yours truly. Too hurt that even sorry wouldn’t heal the wound. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me. He has been so sweet and I’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass. I’ve acted the same way towards my classmate. Is this what they call depression? If it is…it sucks. It sucks big time. And plus it makes it even worse when you see that you behave differently and when you look into the mirror, you know that’s not you. And all that would make you frustrated with yourself.

~ { 1:30 PM }
reflections of you and me;