I just had a very strange thought come to me...
"Sometimes I wish my depression would return so that I would at least have something interesting to write about".
How am I to feel, to behave, when nothing is really bad, but nothing is really great either? This is kind of a dumb way to express it, but sometimes I feel like a submerged stone in the middle of a stream. The water flows on around me, with only the tiniest little changes, through the years, to the sand upon which I sit. Sometimes the water is clear, sometimes cloudy, sometimes toxic, but I just sit and wait for it to change, as it always does. My little patch of sand never really changes much, but always, I remain submerged and unmoving.
6:34 p.m. - 2023-05-19
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