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Goddess this is ridiculous, what happened to the person who used to keep this journal? The one who ranted occasionally but always managed to find something new to bounce about and get herself out of the depressive fits?

I'm beginning to seriously wonder.

Maybe it happened when she stopped being able to do anything right, when simple mistakes became grounds for a row. Maybe it happened when she got dropped like a hot coal yet again because something better came along. Maybe it was when she started questioning her own worth and found herself unable to stop. Whatever and whenever it was it has happened. There is a line from a song that seems to sum things up fairly well, "once upon a time I was falling in love; now I'm only falling apart." Not that she can listen to that without tears in her eyes anymore, a lot of songs have that effect on her.

She is tired of being wrong, tired of being snapped at for no reason, tired of the people who should know her best not noticing there is anything wrong. She is starting to wonder what she must do to make people notice her