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Cycles of obscurity.
On this night ten years ago, I drove from Lansing to Grand Rapids to spend New Years Eve with Eric and his girlfriend.
I'd met Eric a few months prior, in Pine Rest. I'd been picked up off the streets and involuntarily hospitalized for thinking (knowing...) I was Jesus. Eric ended up in Pine Rest because Jesus told him to throw all of his material ( Read more... ) -
Dear Diary.
Ancient LJ neural pathways re-established. *cracks knuckles* Here we go...
I will now attempt to write about what I've been up to over these past few days, although the challenge is arduous since most events blur into the next, which blurs into nothingness (bed).
Seriously, what did I do yesterday other than sleep? There must be something... right?
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Wasteland.
Back before Facebook, back before formal blogging, back before MySpace and all the rest, LiveJournal was my first social media experience. I'd write in my LJ regularly without giving a flying fuck what anyone thought. I'd post song lyrics, talk about what videogames I was playing, go on about my mental instability, and wax philosophical from time ( Read more... ) -
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I need to leave ( Read more... ) -
August 21, 20xx.
I once considered August 21, 2010 the most remarkable day of my life ( Read more... ) -
Beyond Your Plans.
Dissolving in the sun straight through the climax ( Read more... ) -
Viscous World (Eating Our Own In the Name of Love)
Where to start? Don't know what to say. Writing anyway. Making writing habits. Reinforcing neural pathways 'n shit ( Read more... ) -
Just Some Rainy Thoughts.
I was all set to go for a walk today, and then realized it was pouring rain. A year ago it would not have stopped me at all, but I stayed in. Getting what just seemed like a hassle, which I am the first to admit sounds stupid, as a being almost completely made of water and space ( Read more... ) -
Nurturing in Nature.
Ha, well, I tried to start a fitness blog and made it a whole one day. In the spaced-out, dismal state of mind I've been in over the past several months it seems impossible to develop a routine and stick with it ( Read more... ) -
Transcending Depression One Bead of Sweat at a Time
Depression. My lifelong struggle.
Depression sucks (the life out of everything). And it really has me by the balls this time. Wallowing in hopelessness, in futurelessness. Basic self-care tasks are complicated, arduous affairs, because what's the point? What's the point in doing anything other than going back to sleep? And even if there was a ( Read more... )