I blog more when I'm depressed. I bitch at people more. It's the bitchy thing that made me go to a therapist in the first place. I was hurting my best friends.
Now it's back. My depression seems to be back with a vengeance, and I seem to be okay getting lost in it again. I'm getting bored, restless, tired. I want to do something reckless.
Something dangerous.
I keep having visions of driving too fast. Of drinking to forget.
I keep seeing "dark" things in poetry. Terrifying things.
Maybe one day I won't feel so depraved. I won't automatically reach to the darkest corners of human existence.
Maybe one day I won't see little children locked in coffins so they don't escape.
One day.
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About....the World...my World?
This blog follows some of the more random aspects of my life. Not always the most important, or the most interesting, but what sticks with me at the end of the day.
The Blogger
So I suppose that my identity isn't that much of a secret, but for the sake of avoiding pedophiles for a while longer...just call me Luna.
Me? I am an artsy-fartsy overanlytical bookworm who has a penchant for adjectives and traveling, and a fetish for shoes.
(P.S. I also have a tendency to write bad poetry and rant sometimes. Just go with it.)
The Layout
It was Andrea. All Andrea. She's awesome.
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