This was written 5/13, but remained un-published until 6/8:
What’s really behind me, & what’s and what’s really ahead for me?
The answer is: everything, and NOT MUCH. I see no worthwhile future for me. Jamie needs me. That’s why I’m alive.
I let the real threat of rain keep me from Meeting today, which further depresses me. Things are NOT good. I don’t write anymore, but I think that’s a side effect of my anti-depressants.
I’m miserable, and really don’t see things getting better. But, on the bright side, I’m too much of a coward, to ever kill myself.
If misery loves company, why am I so alone?
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