my depression is now manufactured, my melancholia not of truth, but of maintaining pride. the strokes of blue and green nary carry the same emotions as the past.
my depression is now manufactured, my melancholia not of truth, but of maintaining pride. the strokes of blue and green nary carry the same emotions as the past.
you may all enjoy who i was, but know that it does not represent me anymore. for better or for worse, i do not feel like mitzyrie anymore. sadness is only a very, very, small fraction of my experience. i have yet to turn 18, and until then, i will not wallow as much.