What is wrong with me?
I cry like an idiot over everything I see.
Little things that don't really matter often bother me.
I called a depression hot line I saw on TV.
Instead of caring they tried to sell me a DVD.
Everything and everyone is just after money.
If it wasn't so tragic it would be funny.
Nobody cares about anyone else.
They cant love me if they cant love them self.
So I called the depression hot line I saw on TV.
The greedy non caring bastards tried to get my little money
by hocking a stupid DVD!
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I wrote this on Feb. 12, 2006. Needless to say, I got by without the help of the DVD!!!
