'...she started blow drying her hair and wondered what it would be like to suffer from real depression. Serious, medication-dependent depression. To every morning wake up and mercilessly pick on yourself, refusing to see anything good in the mirror, to walk around the house dragging your lethargic, heavy shadow after you, to wish you were with anybody, anywhere, but here, with your own self....' except that's the only place she wanted to be
two canadian clubs and dry at the martini den by
gabrielle williams
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