"The night is only black around the stars." - Eden Collinsworth (What a cool name btw).

I thought and stop thinking and layed on my bed and try to escape reality. Then i opened my eyes, i can't do this anymore. Not everytime i don't feel or sense things are not okay. The cruel thing with feeling "depressed" is that you want to stay still and stop, but everything else around you goes on. They don't wait for you. No one will. So today, for a blink moment, i felt like i needed to take responsabilities. I hope to be a saner more healthy kind of girl in the next few weeks then months. It comes back to this anyways: do i let myself rooth and dry and maybe half die or do i try to make the first steps even though its way harder than just go boom.

God this is so fucking lame-cheesy-horsecum...but hum yeah.