To carry on...

Stupid Stupid Stupid Cass. Needs LAUGHTER. LOADS OF LAUGHTER. Needs to play some SCRABBLE. Maybe knowing too much and saying too much is BAD BAD BAD. I shall stop k-poing and gossiping too much and maybe concentrate on other shit. I shall stop opening my mouth to wide and at least feel less depressive after telling stuff, especially to ivan. Since there is always this queer silence after I say too much that I shouldn't have said in the first place. And I don't care if you, ivan er read this. Its not that I'm AWFULLY DEPRESSED because of this. IF there was ak, sofia or saman, I think I will be running to you all and crying my eyes out because I have no idea what is making me oh so awfully DEPRESSED. At least they will be there. Its worst now when I can't bloody RUN properly without feeling any pain or having a few hours off such crappy emotions during volleyball trainings. Now I feel like SHIT. I bet you feel like shit and come on, stop thinking too much. Its not as if I'll cheat. I only cheat during tests when I really really need to. That's like desperate case already. Not typing anymore, in case ivan gets sensitive. Maybe not AWFULLY DEPRESSED.

Self denial? Probably. I think I'm going to run around and laugh crazily with ak. Tml? Hope you read this! I wouldn't mind a tub of Ben & Jerry's too.

Back to biology revision.

Maybe I messed up somewhere.

Labels: depression, relationship