a celebration of the "haven't i been here before" nature of depression
a mourning of darkness, a longing for light, but hopefully, in the end, a tale of survival.
Monday, January 1
ok u know u r getting old when
the last thing you remember is it is 11:50 pm and then you wake up at 1:45 am on New Year's. 10 minutes, i couldn't stay up for 10 minutes! I have become my mother!
No comments:
Post a Comment