Feeling comfortable
Feeling comfortable
Ok folks, today I woke up jaded, miserable and exhausted. I live in a country that doesn't speak English, I've no friends here, both my parents are dying on the other side of the world and I'll never see them again. I possibly will pass away soon due to an illness that has no cure (not talking about booze, we'll get to that). I drink too much.
Today, my son took a dump on the rug and flung it at the wall and laughed his ass off, it's amazing what crazy things perk me up, it was a moment of innocent beauty.
Life is great, there are bad days sure, but for those people who hate life, ever tried the alternative?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
be content,
Pangur
Today, my son took a dump on the rug and flung it at the wall and laughed his ass off, it's amazing what crazy things perk me up, it was a moment of innocent beauty.
Life is great, there are bad days sure, but for those people who hate life, ever tried the alternative?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
be content,
Pangur
my God, depression makes me write such crap, still feeling it, but aware of it. In a few days I'll sit back and laugh at such nonsense. To all the other folks who feel like me, it's only a feeling, suck it up, it will pass. Before you pick up the bottle, remember, Pangur will listen to your tales of woe, for free, I don't charge by the hour, but I don't guarantee results!
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