Travis B
My spare tire was also flat.
I have to choose between anti-depressants and weight loss, when half the reason I'm depressed is because I'm fat.
This year, on my birthday, I will eat alone at the restaurant where I spent my happiest birthday which eventually turned into the birthday which made me despise birthdays.
Being a kindergartner feeling as if he didn't deserve to live should have been an early indication that there's something wrong with me.
I still hate it that mom did not take me seriously until I was on antidepressants.
I realized suddenly as the music started, that I had never seen my mother dance.
While on my way to the office this morning, I realised I really should be less careful when crossing the road.
Grandma hasn't been the same since she flipped her SUV into that ravine.
Until last year I never realized that people in mental institutions really do color and put jigsaw puzzles together.
I used to take my grandmother's ring off my finger before I bent over the toilet after every meal out of fearing my grandmother could see me.
My boyfriend got really excited when I ate this morning.
I didn't want my mother to know that I had cut myself again, so after trying (and failing) to cover it up with makeup I scratched at that area until it turned red and pretended that it was an eczema rash.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he vehemently spat, and I bit my lip in confusion wondering where to begin my heartbroken monologue.
If I see another dog get dumped at the shelter, I just might save it or kill myself.
I didn't know I was pregnant, but now that I've lost it, I won't ever tell him because I refuse to let a baby be a trump card.
The same year I started cutting in high school, Christmas lost its magic.
Had I gone back to sleep when I saw his number, he'd be dead, but I still feel like a bad friend.
I thought the anti-depressants were working until I came back to work.
I stopped being depressed when I saw a snippet of the Jerry Springer episode entitled "It all ends with a pig", and I knew that my life wasnt that bad.
It used to annoy me when I would let a tear run all the way down my face, but I've been crying so much lately that I don't even notice until my shirt gets wet.
I had been crying for hours, so I felt a little silly when the moment he told me he was on his way right over, I stopped.
As it turns out, today was just one more in an endless succession of days where the desire to get out of bed and go in to work marginally outweighed the desire to put my head in the oven and turn on the gas.
They say that depression runs in my family, but that doesn't help me much right now.
Sometimes, weddings where you don't know anyone are worse than funerals where you know who's in the coffin.
The work week seems to be a repeating blip that echoes a nasty scratch on the record of life.
If I wasn't depressed, I wouldn't have fallen for you, but I was, and I did, and I'm sorry for what's about to happen.
I said I was Vegan, then I went and bought a hamburger and quickly threw it up.
My brother bet me $5 that you and I would grow old together, and two days later when you broke up with me I bought five boxes of the most bittersweet twinkies I have ever eaten in my life.
Even though she very nearly destroyed me when she dumped me without a word, twenty three years later I let her do it again.