Not Just Another Blue-gened Blonde
Susan McCorkindale

I read once that telling someone “to get over it,” is like telling a blind person to look harder.

And I’ve been suffering minor depression since I was a little girl. I wants diagnosed with it until I was 16 or so. But the real manor of the sickness was when I was 12–13 years old. I have a long story that I write plus I write music and listen to dark music which speaks to me somehow.

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