The Thick Mist
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The Thick Mist
My depression is coming in like winter.
It’s cold sterile loneliness smacks you in the face.
White desolation mirrors the vast emptiness inside.
Yes my depression is setting into my soul as the sun dips into the sea.
The blackness, only moments away, brings the fear of isolation.
My heavy heart is lost to its current.
Tears wax and wane upon my eyes like the deep morning’s mist.
Barely noticeable as gravity pulls them unto her womb.
My eyes wander through mazes of sorrow.
My depression is coming in like winter.
Emotions flutter as my death rattle echoes across the land.
I am a desolate tree vacant of leaves.
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Lately I just feel awful lonely. I keep mucking up any new possible friendships with my lack of social grace. I find it incredibly hard to meet new people. Once I’ve meet them, I obsess with trying to make them my friend right away. And meeting women, forget about it. Even if I muster the courage to speak with them, I always blow it in the first couple of days. Besides any women I become interested in have established relationships already. I just don’t know what to do, or how to do what I don’t know what to do. It’s confusing, time consuming, emotionally draining, frustrating, and incredibly painful.
So tell me great people of the public, how do you meet and acquire new friendships (and possibly girlfriends)? Forever friends.
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Add comment November 7th, 2007 at 09:59pm John
