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Well

here I am again.

Depressed, bored, angry, stressed, violent...

Emotions...

What are they?

The passing feeling in you.

Happy, sad, angry, scared, sick.

I can't feel anything but pain.

I may seem that I can feel good and well things... But honestly, I am dieing inside. No one can change that, I am sorry...

All the negatives are what fills me to my demise. If it is depression, I have it. If anger, I have it. If sick. I have it.

All the negatives within me.

I sit in my room, listening to many types of music. But yet, there is not one single happy song on my ipod.

May being in love help me with this, but it hasn't so far. It cut it down by half and I can only imagine why.

Fore I love my Renie. And being not a couple for one day rips me up like a rabid animal sent to kill a innocent young rabbit.

The blood flies.

Possibly, I may be able to pass all of this. I hear the same from my friends.

But then again, as you go on in life it just gets worse. I stand burning in the deepest part of my wolf spirit which you call a soul.

Burning, burning as much as the flames that light up my house, darkening the wood. I sit here, in a pile of ashes, my life has burned out.

But to either burn or depression. It all feels the same.

What I feel is nothing, nothing but pain.

Description
Well

here I am again.

Depressed, bored, angry, stressed, violent...

Emotions...

What are they?

The passing feeling in you.

Happy, sad, angry, scared, sick.

I can't feel anything but pain.

I may seem that I can feel good and well things... But honestly, I am dieing inside. No one can change that, I am sorry...

All the negatives are what fills me to my demise. If it is depression, I have it. If anger, I have it. If sick. I have it.

All the negatives within me.

I sit in my room, listening to many types of music. But yet, there is not one single happy song on my ipod.

May being in love help me with this, but it hasn't so far. It cut it down by half and I can only imagine why.

Fore I love my Renie. And being not a couple for one day rips me up like a rabid animal sent to kill a innocent young rabbit.

The blood flies.

Possibly, I may be able to pass all of this. I hear the same from my friends.

But then again, as you go on in life it just gets worse. I stand burning in the deepest part of my wolf spirit which you call a soul.

Burning, burning as much as the flames that light up my house, darkening the wood. I sit here, in a pile of ashes, my life has burned out.

But to either burn or depression. It all feels the same.

What I feel is nothing, nothing but pain.