Thursday, 26 November 2015

Shame is the little brother of death. It too stops life.

A couple of years ago I was 20 years younger. Now I'm 'mature' and boring, and too sensible and ashamed to be anything wild or good or free or intuitive or interesting. I'm so angry at everybody who wanted me to be less annoying, and so angry at myself for breaking so easily.

Yeah, I know how immature and stupid it is to be so angry. Don't rake up my mistakes, I'm relatively skilled at detecting them.

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One of the problems with feeling low is that you have no idea how long you've felt this low. Has life always been this horrible? Certainly not. But how long has this level of horribleness been going on? Two weeks? 16 hours?

Why is it so hard to remember?

What would help? Exercise. Going out. Meditation. Eating healthy food. Talking to other people. Sleeping when you should. Being awake when you should. Doing meaningful things. Isn't it fabulous that all the things that would make you less depressed are also the things that you find almost impossible to do when you're depressed? Hahaha! Praise the Lord.

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Talk to me or I'll die