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I feel bipolar... Or something, probably just the depression. I was fine and happy a few moments ago. Then, BAM! I just want to find a safe place to cry. The pressure in my chest is intense, I feel I may burst with sadness.
I won't cry though. It's hard to make myself cry when I feel like it. Maybe I Hoyle dwell on that plushy I missed out on, that mad me cry in seconds.
I don't want to cry or be sad. There is no reason for it. Why can't I feel good about myself, be happy with what I have. Why must I always be dragged down with thoughts of dispare.
I won't cry though. It's hard to make myself cry when I feel like it. Maybe I Hoyle dwell on that plushy I missed out on, that mad me cry in seconds.
I don't want to cry or be sad. There is no reason for it. Why can't I feel good about myself, be happy with what I have. Why must I always be dragged down with thoughts of dispare.
