Not much written lately. I come face to face with the realization that I am in the midst of what could generally be defined as a period of depression. My increasingly dysfunctional behavior corroborates this. My worst enemy is all the bullshit thoughts that flow through my own head.
Extended election blues? Well, it certainly doesn't help that my country seems to be on its way down the toilet. But I know that in my case, there are other personal issues that are far more to blame for my malaise.
I can't write long. Sentences become hard to form. Believe it or not, getting this much down seems like an accomplishment right now. Dammit, I feel like such a retard sometimes. Hate to spew my own negativity at the world.
Want to end on a positive note, but... Sometimes, it's just not there. This will pass I think. It usually does. Eventually.