What was it like to feel sadness even if you cannot actually distinguish the cause of your lament. I interact with people, pretending I am alright and my life is awesome. Yet when I am alone in my room, I cry. I do not know. I do not know until when melancholy will succumb me.
And. . .I do not know who I am anymore.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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