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It’s been a while since I wrote and today, I want to talk about just how temporary basically everything is. Now in my big age, I am scared of snakes, needles, large masses of water, heights and losing people I care about. Of these all, the latter scares me most. I think it’s safe to assume we’ve all had bonds we assumed would last forever but eventually, it turned out to be more wishful thinking than an actuality. All that time and effort invested – arguably for nothing. The bonds that you felt like if that person ever left you, you’d die and to be fair when it didn’t work out you probably did feel like your heart was being ripped from your chest, literally. My very own personal experience involved the heartbreak equivalent of a panic attack. Symptoms of said personal experience included shortness of breath and what I can only assume was my heart increasing in weight about a hundred-fold. I actually had to go out in the rain at 3 in the morning to catch my breath. If you’ve been thro...

 So today marks 400 days since I last wrote or rather since I stopped counting, I'm not really not sure honestly. What I'm actually sure of is that I haven't seen the light in a long long while. I don't know the politically correct term for that (I'm not a genz trooper) but the light just hasn't been there. If it has, my drapes must have been shut. There's no shrink I trust better than myself so after numerous careful deliberations and sessions Dr Me and myself have come to a solid conclusion that we have absolutely no idea why we've been feeling uncharacteristically down. For formality lets put it this way; Dear me, after meticulous physcho analysis I diagnose me with around 50 shades of something we don't know yet. Being the optimistic ray of sunshine Iam, Iam pleased to inform you that we've had some good times with a certain someone. Its no secret she was the light in my otherwise non-complicated simple life (wink wink). Now that she's go...