I feel so ugly now.
I feel so-so.
I don’t even know how to name this yucky feeling.
These emotions suck me into the dark abyss of depression.
I am wrong.
I was wronged.
I have wronged.
A word, a glance, a thought, a gesture. Speculating on what is, what is going to be, what might be.
I feel so ugly now.
I feel so-so.
I don’t even know how to name this yucky feeling.
These emotions suck me into the dark abyss of depression.
I am wrong.
I was wronged.
I have wronged.