I feel broken inside. I cried in the shower this morning. I balled my fists wanting to lash out at something, to hit the walls and scream. I didn't. I just cried and squeazed my nails into my palms hard. I'm depressed. I like to think I'm not but I am. I'm like to think that as long as I don't let it interfere with work then it's not a problem. As long as I'm functional it doesn't matter that I break down crying in the shower for an hour sometimes. That's the lie I tell myself and I believe it.
Sorry for the short downer post but nothing else is coming to mind.
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