January 28, 2007
How are these feelings possible. They shouldn't coincide like this. It's incomprehensible. And some people aren't able to create while in depression, such salt to my wounds. I have stories bursting from within. Clawing and tearing trying to exit my throat. I swallow and stifle. I'm losing. An exit is required. I am missing so much. Wish it all away. Leave me, please. Damn. Give me back my pain. Why is this so unnatural? I still find it hard to believe that the rest of the world doesn't feel the way I used to feel. I am alone in moonlight.