I’m so goddamn unhappy all the time. I don’t write because I’m always so depressed, and I’m always so depressed because I don’t write. I need a therapy cat desperately. Jaime NEEDED me; that need got me through many a dark time. Nothing needs me now, and that’s really dangerous.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.