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Originally Posted by ShyPoetGirl
So we got a huge ice storm. All the schools are closed. My dad almost didn't make it in to work today. I'm glad I don't have to get out and go anywhere, but at the same time the storm has made me feel even more trapped inside...which is odd, because I haven't gone out at all this winter anyway. But now, I feel hopeless. Guess it was a good thing I chose to wait on getting help for myself, 'cause otherwise I would be in a dilemma. Well, I kinda knew this would happen eventually. But still it depresses me. Why does my whole life have to be put on hold until spring?
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Now afternoon. My mood is dropping with the temperature. I think this is the worst I've ever felt, emotionally. The good times and smiles of the past feel eons away. Ahead of me - just a long and lonely, downward-sloping road. Cried earlier, seemingly out of the blue, though only for about five minutes. Wow, I see a lot of decent metaphors here. I guess I'm always my most poetic when deeply depressed. But I can't even write a good poem today; I tried. I feel plain useless.