Friday, November 17, 2006

cotton plums colored red

so i'm here in this coffee shop, typing my entry away as my friends sip on their lattes and whatnots. i've already finished my cup of mocha larcepuccino so i'm not pressured.

i am, however, depressed. and this is the first time i'm ever gonna say it out loud.

i realize i need my own blanket, my own outlet. and this year has been particularly hard because i have neither. and these things seem to elude me this time. i reckon i've been depressed for a long time now and its this time that it has been slapping me awake.

i cant take it anymore. i need to get away.
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