Going public with depression
 

I am 14 years old, it's the middle of the afternoon, and I'm curled into a ball at the bottom of the stairs. I've intended to drag my uncooperative limbs upstairs to my dark disaster of a bedroom and sleep until everything hurts a little less, but my body and brain have simply drained down. I crumple into a bony, frizzy-haired heap on the gold shag rug, convinced that the only thing I have left to offer the world is the removal of my ugly presence from it, but at that moment, I'm too exhausted to do anything about it.http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rss/...?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rss/...?d=7Q72WNTAKBA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rss/...sQ:V_sGLiPBpWU http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rss/...?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rss/...sQ:gIN9vFwOqvQ
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