Did depression make a return?
I don't think so.
How can anything come back,
When it didn't leave in the first place?

I am eagerly anticipating the last entry,
In Sven's Last Days.
It is no longer a white elephant.
But a long neglected companion,
And I've found solace in its embrace again.

Tired.
But I don't feel like sleeping.
Playing Mcalmont & Butler's "Falling" on repeat.
Then "Work It" by Nelly & Justin.

A few hours to go before I have to go to school.
Staying awake will make the hours seem longer.
Dread going to school.
Dread waking up to a new day.
Dread the test on saturday.
Dread living.
Hate every single breath I take that reminds me I'm still alive.