On Birthdays and Holidays
It's that time of the year where I wish I can just go out to the woods and live in a cabin. So that maybe my existence wouldn't get accounted for except perhaps by squirrels and trees.
Labels: depression
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
Labels: depression
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