And when it rains...
Well, you built up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic. Ana, Brazil.
Nunca me pergunte se eu estou chorando, é nessa hora que eu desabo.
Can’t go over it.
Can’t go under it.
Can’t go around it.
Gotta go through it.
Trying to explain depression or anxiety to someone who’s never experienced it.
This belongs here.