I confess.
I wished for this.
I wished all the sadness and depression that my sisters' were experiencing just got back where they belong.
In me. In my head. My fucked up head. I'm used to it. It's been my life since I was 14.
And I got my wish, I think. One half is over, now the other one...
Get over here, you pissant depression! Think I can't handle you?! I've handled worse than you...for 20 years.
