A poem entry from "Depressed High School Shellie"
Dead-
Please pass the Prozac
My soul needs to be fed
Who will be the stars in my sky?
I can't feel anymore. I am dead.
Who will be the stars in his sky. I am very dim. Everything has become nothing. Nothing has become everything.
I really don't remember why I was so depressed. It's not like I was on drugs or anorexic/bulemic or anything.
(for further history on this poem out of the blue read the entry before this)