world creeping back in, my senses re-tuning themselves to the scent of
piss that menaces every stairwell in the city. Things are starting to
come back in to focus, I can track moving objects with my eyes without
losing them and I've started feeling alienated again. I am left
wondering if I was ill at all but rather, normal.
I had initially typed that my friends are back from Spain which means
my somewhat quiet attempt at a social life might restart, though
friends should actually spell ringmaster. The only really socially
active member of the group who's presence drags the rest of us out of
our dark corners. It's a bad thing really, but I'm not complaining as
things at least now have potential to improve.
To help, I just bought myself;
[1]
to go with
I have a strange life, right now as depressive as I am growing - I'm
still probably twice as awesome as your maximum perception of that
word prior to knowing me.
- Matt
Links:
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[1] http://matt-plummer.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/evilcoat.jpg
