it has been 8 months. i thought i was ok. why do those flashbacks still come back to me?
i lost milkshake 8 months ago. there is a story behind it. no, i did not kill milkshake. someone else did. someone killed milkshake with her words.
what made me even upset is, they probably carried on with their lives, business as usual, while i wallow in this pitiful state which no one would ever empathise.
tears have been shed. in fact, buckets of angry tears. i dont even know what to feel now. its going to take months, or even years for me to get it over.
what is family? love does not kill. they probably wont know this pain anyways.
i fucking hate this depression................................. someone just take me away.
