Not because I was too tired, But because I didn’t want to go. And I had a fun St. Paddy’s Day. Lunch with Marylu planned for after. But, I was so fucking down,
I really do suffer from near constant depression. It inhibits every aspect of my life. Jaime, my love and responsibility for her, keeps me from pulling a header. But, that’s why I got her.
Seriously, that’s all. But, that’s why I haven’t written anything publishable in months/years. Right now, I have no life, outside this apt. A few crumbs here and there, but nothing substantial.
Makes sense, really. No input, no output.
I’m desperately waiting for medical marijuana here; my memories of pot, is it acting like a giant lint brush to my mind, clearing out all the crap.
My life is so hemmed in. By my lack of mobility, and the abject poverty I still keep myself in. What. the fuck am I SAVING MY MONEY FOR?
I really do suffer from near constant depression. It inhibits every aspect of my life. Jaime, my love and responsibility for her, keeps me from pulling a header. But, that’s why I got her.
Seriously, that’s all. But, that’s why I haven’t written anything publishable in months/years. Right now, I have no life, outside this apt. A few crumbs here and there, but nothing substantial.
Makes sense, really. No input, no output.
I’m desperately waiting for medical marijuana here; my memories of pot, is it acting like a giant lint brush to my mind, clearing out all the crap.
My life is so hemmed in. By my lack of mobility, and the abject poverty I still keep myself in. What. the fuck am I SAVING MY MONEY FOR?
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