The Pretty Things Won’t Come Out and Play
I thought that when spring rolled around that depression was supposed to start rolling slowly back to the depths from which it came. I was wrong. I am wrong every year. Just when the weather starts looking up, I start once again looking down. Though I am now able [after years of hard battle and medication] to hold myself together, I still find myself beating myself up. And why you may ask? Well, I just don’t f-ing know, leave me alone. Some people call themselves crazy because it makes things easier for them, but me, I have a piece of paper to prove it.
Work is getting less fun also. The tension between the boss, and the rest of my department is growing. We have only 2 weeks before the new CEO takes over, and we are all awaiting the day.
My love life, oh wait … , I have no love life.
My family is ok, nothing good, but nothing they haven’t handled before.
My friends are awesome, most of the time. Here’s to you J.Z., you rock!
I just wish I could look up at life and say hello, how are ya? Myself, ya I’m doing pretty fucking good, thanks for asking. But alas during these dark fucking mornings I do not find myself doing any such thing. Perhaps the sun will roll round once again in my life and shine and let the pretty things come to play. How I miss the pretty things.
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