Flip Through The Memories

Sunday, 9 March 2014

I run empty.

“It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.”

Broken — even after all this time, I'm still the same old Basyirah.

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