I was depressed, so f*****g depressed that I was almost suicidal. I tell you.
I was depressed, so f*****g depressed that I was almost suicidal. I tell you. And angry. A previously untapped well of red volcanic anger had been unleashed, at the slightest provocation my temper would flare up
And angry. A previously untapped well of red volcanic anger had been unleashed, at the slightest provocation my temper would flare upThat RTS is a nasty b***h and once the black dog of depression gets his teeth into you, it’s a bastard to shake off. For two days I barely left my room, just laid there, clutching Marmalade to me, alternately sobbing or staring at the ceiling in despair as the black dog howled at the moon, tearing my inside into…mush. There is no other word – MUSH, writ large.
That RTS is
