Category : Diary/Journal

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My old friend depression came to visit…probably to stay judging by all the baggage she brought with her. I haven’t seen her in years, and almost didn’t recognize her. Feels like no time has passed, though. We haven’t skipped a beat. Sitting in the dark like old times, trading war stories of battles fought and lost against anxiety, doubt, fear, and the most brutal of all, self hate. She’s already way too comfortable - drinking all my liquor, leaving her shit all over the place, sleeping way too late. I want her to leave, but I’ve never been strong enough to confront her. Besides, nobody else really understands me the way she does.