Depression and despair, whether there's any "real" reason for them, can grab at your throat and choke you, reach into your heart and squeeze, take any joy from your life and make you feel that the only recourse is to fucking give up. Die.
I can tell by this entry that I haven't worked on my poetry for a few days. Better jump on that before I jump off the roof.
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Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!
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