Well, I was going to type a long confession about the blog entry I typed yesterday. I was going to tell you how pretty much most of it was bullshit...well, at least the part where I implied that I am not or do not want to be a girly girl. I was going to type about how much I would like to wear high heel-fuck me pumps, and have the longest, fakest, reddest fingernails in the south...I want to be sexy and girly and I want to smell like a stripper.
But, something else has come up. I am severely depressed. To the point where I cant even function right now. I felt it fair to bring up what I WAS going to talk about. Just to let you know what I was really thinking, but now, what was going to be a long blog about sexual fantasies and the like, is really just going to be me telling you that if I don't get some type of help soon with my depression, things are going to get bad. Real bad. The kind of bad where someone ends up dead.
Dont worry, I am contacting a therapist and my primary care physician right now. I am not an idiot.
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I must confess (as long as we're on the subject) that I don't understand depression. Not that I deny its validity, etc., etc., et. al., but I just don't get it anymore. It's weird, but I think 'the injury' affected the part of my brain responsible for those thoughts and feelings. Either that, or it's the fact that
I don't drink anymore...God knows, I was depressed for years. How I didn't kill myself or anyone else is a real mystery to me.
But, anyway...a little self-preservation or primping and preening ain't bad for a body. Some self-respect, maybe. You know, self-esteem? You are SO worth it...and I'm not just saying that. The short time I had to get to know you left a very positive impression on me...
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