quotes from my REAL diary. [the paper kind]..part i

[aura:] headache-y

explaining how i leapt down into the abyss of depression some time back:
"i stopped caring- stopped asking. the conversations i had were for the bare minimal functioning of day-to-day affairs. i was tired of caring for people and getting it thrown back into my face.
i gave and gave until there was nothing for me to give.

so i shut down."