How I miss the days…

I miss the days…

before the depression,
before everything stressed me out,
before bills,
before leaving home,
before the overdose,
before the hospital visit,
before citalopram,
before therapists,
before group,
back when I was happy.
So that link there, was a video that my friends and I made. There were actually a series of them. Screw remaining anonymous — I’m the chick with curly hair && navy sweater.

Watching videos like that makes me a little upset, honestly. I used to have those close friends, and I used to be incredibly happy, all the time. I’m not entirely sure what went wrong once I left High School, but that seems to be where the major problems started.

I don’t know, really.
What I’m trying to accomplish with this entry.
Maybe just show people what things used to be like for me.

(PS. The basement down there that this is filmed in, was at my old place. Bet you’d never guess that there’d eventually be a drug bust down there because my Mom’s boyfriend was a douchebag.