#liveforthestory

I remember visiting the city a lot while growing up. I'd always dread the Saturday morning car rides, only to later learn to love them because it meant an hour of listening to music in my own world. Skipping the opportunity to sleep in, we would get all dressed up just to listen to a… Continue reading #liveforthestory

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The Depression Diaries

Day Four- I don't ever consciously remember feeling so aware of depression. It's the feeling of waking up amazed that I finally fell asleep, wishing again for the release of dark oblivion. It's going out each day and perfecting my mask of happiness and smiles, to the point where I can almost fool myself now,… Continue reading The Depression Diaries