It's one of the rare times when I'd race home to play my guitar, pray that no one's at home, and sing my brains out. Depression. It's good to sing. It's like screaming, but with an excuse. Talking to myself, but for good reasons. And it feels like crying, a little.
"when I'm feeling melancholy..."
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Here's a pretty picture that I drew for you!~
8/15/2005 9:44 PM