Reminiscence

 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 gone, it gets harder everyday. Sometimes its not very bad but on an average day its somewhere between hell and about a thousand paper cuts. In case you hadn't already noticed how much of an optimist I am I'd like to note that on the bright side at least I wrote again or typed , semantics really. (which sidenote, got me thinking maybe I have something to write about because I'm feeling something). maybe next time I get hurt I'll try this dear journal thing.(be prepared as it might be on the court and I end up writing down about a millions colourful curse words akin mumble jibberish) Anyway where was I (I never get sidetracked lols) right, me and feeling horrible.

With my heart in about a million and one pieces here is piece 1.

_storyteller.

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