Monday, August 02, 2004

That bastard emotion

Depression ... bastard emotion. I am mired in it, I am glued to the floor with it; it is my halloween mask, my inner shrieking vile self-obsessed child. People must think I am mad, they must think I am a fool, they must think ... what must they think? I don't want to know.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, this will be gone by tomorrow, thank God.


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