...but there's really not been too much to say. Things are the same as they've been. Work sucks, my depression still isn't cured or even under control, and the world spins on as usual. Doesn't seem to be much point in writing or even talking to anyone. I've been horrible about that as of late.. totally incommunicado. But I just have nothing to say, I guess.
I'm worried about myself. I have never felt this flat or uninspired in my life. It's not that I'm a screaming mess - hell, I think I'd feel better if I were. This is just... nothing. Blankness. No static on the dial. I got nothing.
The way it's going, I'll probably never write again at this rate.
1 comment:
we all have those times. i write when i can, and when i'm inspired to do so. as far as depression, to me it's like having diabetes.. it will never be "cured", it just has it's good day and bad ones.
i honestly think it's winter in general, especially when the sun is masked by ugly clouds and there's no light.
*hugs* love ya babe!!
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