Dear Depression

Can I just start by saying fuck you? Really. Just fuck you.If you could just not be a thing in my life I would love that so much. But here you are and here’s me. We’re intertwined in each other and it’s starting to make me realize that maybe there really is no escaping you. Maybe you’re meant to be a part of me no matter what.

Remember that day we spent in Paris? The one where I cowered under my sheets. I didn’t want to see anything…

You can find Alex writing about heartbreak, depression or love. Editor at The Creative Cafe. Work with me www.alexandriabrown.ca.

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Alexandria Brown

Alexandria Brown

You can find Alex writing about heartbreak, depression or love. Editor at The Creative Cafe. Work with me www.alexandriabrown.ca.

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