Sometimes, I forget.
sleep + four miles + getting a grip = better day.
frustration
Depression isn’t fun, or funny. It’s a slippery bugger, just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, it turns out it has you, instead.
Perhaps I should preface this entry with: it may self destruct, faster than I can.
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She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
Have you seen her all in gold
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen the lady fairer?