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I'm going to kill you guys...I'm sorry...but I can't help it!! ~*~ Ferb After recovering from the previous events, I made my way downstairs, and back to the living room where my dad said Emily was waiting. As I took my time walking down the wooden steps, I thought about any possible way to predict what she was going to ask me, but I came up with nothing. Nothing unusual had happened recently, so she wouldn't be asking about anything like that. Maybe she needed help with something, or- You know what? I'm just going to see what she wants. At that I hurried my footsteps, and stepped off the stairs onto the soft living room carpet, and nod

Monday ~*~ It's been a few days since I told Phineas about my depression, and I saw Emily in the park. Even though Phineas tries each day to help me, I just feel like it's getting worse, even with my best friend Emily coming over all the time. Her showing up when she did actually, really didn't help at all. She's had a huge crush on me ever since I can remember, and she keeps trying to get together with me, but I just don't like her that way. You'd think her liking me would take my mind off of Isabella, but it doesn't. In fact I think about her even more now. At the moment I'm sitting on our couch on a miserable Monday morning with Phine

As kind as it is of Phineas to try and help me, I doubt it'll help. I've already tried distracting myself, and it doesn't work. I have tried just about everything you could imagine, except going to the doctor, and having anti-depressants prescribed to me, which is not an option. I'm not going to be put on a drug because I'm in love with someone. Not happening. After the pain in my head subdued a bit, I got up, and walked across the old wooden floor towards my light blue dresser and pulled out my usual attire. You'd think I would get tired of wearing basically the same thing everyday, but honestly I like it so much, and it isn't too casual

As kind as it is of Phineas to try and help me, I doubt it'll help. I've already tried distracting myself, and it doesn't work. I have tried just about everything you could imagine, except going to the doctor, and having anti-depressants prescribed to me, which is not an option. I'm not going to be put on a drug because I'm in love with someone. Not happening. After the pain in my head subdued a bit, I got up, and walked across the old wooden floor towards my light blue dresser and pulled out my usual attire. You'd think I would get tired of wearing basically the same thing everyday, but honestly I like it so much, and it isn't too casual

(3 am Utah) ~*~ Waking up early in the morning is a chore for me, especially when I have to get up at 3 am. The morning we were to leave Utah for my aunt's house in Danville, right after my father's funeral was hell. 3 am. 3 am I tell you. That's too early for anything, even a plane ride. Could you find an earlier flight?1 I heard my mother call my name telling me to get up since we were already half an hour late, so I quickly sat up in my sleeping bag located in my dark, and empty bedroom, earning a painful rush of blood leave my head as I looked around for my folded clothes I had planned to wear today. Throwing back the corner of cloth cov

1 Week later... ~*~ At 7 am like always, I awoke to the unsettling, incessant beeping of my little alarm clock sitting atop the finished wooden surface of my nightstand. I didn't feel like waking up. I didn't even want to open my eyes. I just lay there on my side, under my soft purple blanket, facing my alarm clock, not having enough energy to reach over, and turn it off. The beeping was loud, and it pounded into my head like a hammer, but I tuned it out as best as I could. Seizing the day seemed too hard at that moment, it almost seemed overwhelming. I just wanted to lay there in my soft bed forever and not think, or maybe get amnesia... Ye