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I wish I could write the right things, but I keep stopping on my words and not quite knowing how to write the rest.
I suppose there is some hilarity in that I am still posting on here. Its been a while. I'm the only one that reads this
(Much) Over a year after my last post here I am.
Long story short: I went though a terrible awful wtf depression in the fall of 2013. I literally didn't move from bed each weekend. I wallowed and spent money on the most shitty things you could think of (bad apps? etc). I ordered gross pizza and left specific notes for the delivery dudes to knock quietly because my anxiety escalated sky high. I removed only to myself to go to work and came home and slept.
Because of this depression, I quit smoking after 7 years, so that's good. Probably gained 50 pounds. But hey, its give and take. That's what I get for not eating for two years in college.
Jen got married last weekend. She is the first out of friend group (though Raabe may be married by union, but he didn't invite us to the weddin's, so he doesn't count). Got pulled over, turned down a cop to search my car, promptly got lost in the dredges of Detroit (literally 2 days before it flooded). I made it and it was just gorgeous. Got to see Meredith and Beth and Robert again
I went to "Jeff's bachelor party" this weekend. It wasn't that.
Michael is going to Santa Fe in a week and a half to live with (that estranged) Erica. We kept talking about 'the end of the summer' like it was an abstract term and now its right in front of us.
I couldn't be happy. I was just so awful the whole weekend and I hope this isn't the last thing he thinks of. I am so selfish that I couldn't even fake happy.
I'm trying to make a mix for his bus ride and it just killing me.
I suppose there is some hilarity in that I am still posting on here. Its been a while. I'm the only one that reads this
(Much) Over a year after my last post here I am.
Long story short: I went though a terrible awful wtf depression in the fall of 2013. I literally didn't move from bed each weekend. I wallowed and spent money on the most shitty things you could think of (bad apps? etc). I ordered gross pizza and left specific notes for the delivery dudes to knock quietly because my anxiety escalated sky high. I removed only to myself to go to work and came home and slept.
Because of this depression, I quit smoking after 7 years, so that's good. Probably gained 50 pounds. But hey, its give and take. That's what I get for not eating for two years in college.
Jen got married last weekend. She is the first out of friend group (though Raabe may be married by union, but he didn't invite us to the weddin's, so he doesn't count). Got pulled over, turned down a cop to search my car, promptly got lost in the dredges of Detroit (literally 2 days before it flooded). I made it and it was just gorgeous. Got to see Meredith and Beth and Robert again
I went to "Jeff's bachelor party" this weekend. It wasn't that.
Michael is going to Santa Fe in a week and a half to live with (that estranged) Erica. We kept talking about 'the end of the summer' like it was an abstract term and now its right in front of us.
I couldn't be happy. I was just so awful the whole weekend and I hope this isn't the last thing he thinks of. I am so selfish that I couldn't even fake happy.
I'm trying to make a mix for his bus ride and it just killing me.