Tonight Jodie told me, "it's fucking weird how you always seem to get yourself sad. Like you're constantly setting yourself up in shit situations, scratching and picking at multiple scabs, trapping yourself up in deep holes and wanting to stay there. And then suddenly there's this one good day where you're not depressed and then you get sad again the next moment because you inflicted it upon yourself. It's fucking weird. It's as though you like being miserable."
I could only laugh while I tried thinking of a comeback.
I couldn't.
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