and I say I'm dead, and I move
03/28/2004 03:08 p.m.
I feel betrayed. I have no right or substantial reason for this feeling, but it persists. It's as if the world decided to kick me when I was down and then laugh at my attempt to drag myself out of the mud. I hate how my happiness always turns out to be fleeting. And especially when it all flys away from me at once. It never has gone away slowly. It's just ripped clean of me in one brutal instant, that leaves a wound that aches for months. And never fully recovers.

Jack...where are you when I need saving?
I am currently Depressed