I'm really annoyed. I am slowly, and steadily, working my way FURTHER into a depression, and it's not working it's way OUT! I can't get my thoughts to work properly; as soon as I stop being busy it's like the tears are right there behind my eyes again. It's an annoying panicky feeling and I can't kick it 
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"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages, of kings! Of why the sea is boiling hot, of whether pigs have wings..."
"I have a problem with low self-esteem. Which is really ridiculous when you consider how amazing I am.
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