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I'm an Adult Child of Alcoholic Parents. I don't consider myself depressed (my brother on the other hand definitely is..), but sometimes I just get so sad, so down on everything. Like today for instance. It's been a pretty good day--I had fun with some co-workers, I got some up-lifting random complements, things just went well. Yet, at the end of the day, I find myself longing to be in my room alone. Now I'm feeling this ache that just won't go away, you know? It just sucks. Most of the time I just feel so empty inside. My brother always half jokes about being "dead inside." Well, I guess I'm empty inside. I usually ignore and sort of wait until times like this where I can just vent to myself. I don't even know why I'm rambling on at the moment.
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