Sunday, December 17, 2006

Proof that depressives are one inch away from insane and that their eloquence is fleeting.

I'm crying like a maniac because I argued with my boyfriend and I think no one cares about my puny existence, not my mom, not my dad, not my dog, not my Damian, not God, not you.

Stella thinks she lost it.

2 comments:

Myko Kitsune said...

If you dare to say or write that again i will personally go to your home get into your room, pick you uop from your bed and kick you in the ass so that you react and see that all you are saying right now is shit. Yoy better than anyone know that we do care about you and love you and that your parents love you and that Damian adores the floor you walk on. So please do not make me have to speak again to you like that because i will. Snap out of it, open your eyes for fuck's sake and start looking at the bright side of life or i will make you!!Please Stella, we all love and we all need you to be alright, so if you don't want to do it for yourself, do it us, your boobie friends, that love and want to see you happy and healthy.

nyd said...

no one could have said it better then u snoopy. i have been being so safe with what i would say to u stella but i think snoopy has a point. we all love u to death and we hate to see u like this. we want u to get better so we could have our friend back and not only that but so u could have ur self back. we need u.