Keeping me company all these years
Take the dreams that should have died, the ones that kept you lying awake, when you should have been alright, and throw them all away.
I should have known. Hell I knew it already.
So it appears I have to give myself time to delve into my interests. It brings me great joy. And when I don’t, depression creeps into my psyche.
My little corner of the world
I’m here again, and it feels good to be back. Reading my own thoughts is cathartic.