filipendulous
, in 2 parts , posted 2 years ago
The first is how I was feeling a while ago, after trying so hard to crawl out of my depression.
The second is how I was when in depression.
I was horrid.
I attempted almost thirty times.
Cutting scarred my arms and now this is what's left.
I'm basically disgusted with myself.
So, comments are appreciated.
, posted 2 years ago
Well, this is a piece I am starting as a story. A girl, obviously her name is Charlette, in 1804.
Will start and stop randomly, really. No day-to-day updates or anything. I will probably edit everything every once in a while.