I feel better than I did when last I posted. Lots of shit and stress and such. Suffice it to say I am starting to accomplish a bit of normality here in Arizona through the constant struggle between self and outside influence. I am so tired I can't sleep and I am so stressed out I can't relax. Makes me wish I partook in the 'bookie' as some call
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I loved that poem/prose. Ever since I was 10 I claimed that 1986 (the year I was six) was the best year of my life. It's still way up there. And don't let the grown up shit depress you. I wish I could've waited until I was 24 to start worrying, mine started at 18 but it gets easier, really. The worries are still there but they subside after the initial shock. I hope you are able to feel much better!
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