Sometimes I just feel like I want to completely disappear and no one would be able to find me or talk to me. That way I would never feel sad or annoyed or stressed out. Then again I would never feel loved or happy or accomplished. It’s the catch-22 of my life. The life of a (maybe) manic/depressive? More and more I find myself emulating my mother which frightens me, yet explains a lot.
All I know is I’m sadder than most these days and I just need some alone time to recoup. Don’t take it personally, facebook.
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