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I'm in another of my foul depressive moods. The last serious one I remember having is March of last year, around, before & after Daniel broke up with me.

I've been having this one on and off since Sarah broke up with me. It's not solely to do with that, in fact at the moment I don't think it has anything to do with Sarah.

It's the worst feeling in the world. My stomach compresses into an oily, painful black ball and I can't do anything. All I want to do is destroy things. Mostly other things, but occasionally myself.

This is veeeeery baaad.

*Hides*