My depression allows me to quit my job, cry at the drop of a hat, act rude and annoyed, betray, break plans, drink myself to oblivion, drown myself in drugs. It's too bad I'll never get help, and it's even worse that I'll never admit this to anyone but those who can and will never know me. The people in my life just think I'm a bitter, raging alcoholic, who used to be beautiful inside and out. So sad, what a change.
Confession posted on 09/16/2003