Last night as I gulped booze right off my favorite bottle, I felt depression tapping on my eager door of self-mutilation, again. I know I've had enough, quite a lot, actually. But I seemed to never run out of precious drama to deal and associate with. Then I got a text message from my best friend. I smiled, and laughed, and for a while, I felt insanely happy and solid. Oh, I miss them more- my crazy friends. Although I've been away from most of my friends for too long, they simply know when and how to get me up from my sunken thoughts. Thank you!
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