im depressed, but u kno, neurotypically, so strictly in proportion to how actually fucking depressing my life is at the moment, and ready for those dark clouds to blow away in a puff of air, should said circumstance stop fucking sucking so god damn much for a minute. on the downside, doubt i get much done this month of the writing i want to do. but on the plus side for you, i’m more likely to produce a few posts. see y’all around…
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So easy to be stoic when one is comfortable. Thing is, that’s not when it’s needed.
I’m sorry. I hope things get better for you, but it’s harder if you’re genetically prone to depression.
I’ve been particularly happy about the results of the early mid-terms in the east and California yesterday.
I’m sorry that you are depressed and that circumstances are bad. I hope things improve for you soonest.
I am somewhat depressed, but no more than I expect as the nights draw in.
I am happy to have a dog that isn’t frightened of fireworks again, and I guess my neighbours are too as playing heavy beats all night, to drown out the traditional English celebration of the failure to send the king an parliament up in a plume of debris, must have been annoying. Decca completely ignores fireworks.
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thanks for the support, comrades. it is much appreciated.
Shame that life sucks so badly for you right now. I can’t help, but I can commiserate.
it fluctuates. when i wrote this was a spectacularly bad day/night, but surprisingly the worst element of that got better. i’ve got trepidation, but moving forward…