a celebration of the "haven't i been here before" nature of depression
a mourning of darkness, a longing for light, but hopefully, in the end, a tale of survival.
Wednesday, December 12
she is I and I am her
I realized that I am all of the things I hate about my mother. I think it’s why I express such rage towards her. I’m her with a superiority complex, and unwarranted superiority complex at that.
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