Dear Readers,
I am, for lack of better words, pretty depressed. (Ah the cliché) I do, however, find it somewhere within me to function. somewhat normally. I still laugh when someone tells a funny joke (usually) and I still can recognize people when they talk to me. (Although it may not be all that enthusiastic.) I am by no means better. I'm far from that. I do, however, feel that I will survive this. ...Well, I feel that most of the time, anyway.
Make no mistake, I am not the person I once was. That person is buried somewhere deep down there. He's piled beneath all this shit; all this drama. (Again with the cliché) I really want to move on. I wish I could... I wish it was possible. This chapter of my life has taken it's toll. I feel older. Not in the cool-I-can-drive-now older, the man-do-I-really-have-to-put-up-with-another-day older. So yeah, I'll probably survive. But at what cost?
Peace, Love, and Harmony,
-Me.
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