man, that's such a poetic titleeeeeee, not really >-> ... ok well whatever...
It's been a long time since I've felt depressed… though I guess this time isn't as bad as the last because I am still able to eat kinda… for now. Though I have cried just as much, and I've felt the same pain as I remember from last time. I didn't think I would be brought down so far, not about this, but I guess there's a reason for everything… even if I don't know this reason… I don't understand my parents; I know they want to protect me, but… I feel like sometimes they assume the worst… I did that for the longest time, then I met… or should I use quotation marks around that? … "met" some really great people who became very good friends of mine, people I could go to when I needed someone… I've even met a few special people, some whom I would consider a best friend… and a bit more, maybe… who showed me how to trust without having physical contact with them to be able to… but apparently, according to my parents, I can't trust them… "I'm sure he's nice, and perfectly good… but you never know" … but you never know… I guess it's unfortunately true… but I would hope that I could tell the good from the bad… then again, you never know. Fuck that! If it means I have to carry a knife with me at all times, I'll do it. These people mean a lot to me. My parents from generations past couldn't possibly understand the making of a friend who isn't there in front of you, but instead, like this one deviation I once saw, is "on the other side of this glowing rectangle"… but shit will be shit, my parents will be my parents, and I will be the girl who always cries too much… the one my parents can't trust… the one who should have never gone on the internet… the one who should have never existed…

But it's too late for that eh?

Well, back to drawing my depressing shit-drawings, because I can't do anything else apparently…
Don't comment, I don't feel like hearing people argue against the truth… or should I say seeing instead of hearing… especially you max, I know you're going to want to tell me to shut up and say I'm wrong, like I always do for you, but not this… I'll come around eventually like I always do. Be communicative again and look happy… maybe be happy, idk, we'll see…

Rant over… don't take this to heart anyone who reads... I'm sure this mood will pass... I think