Archive for April 2nd, 2011

Two Chairs by a Highway

There is a hollow sadness that haunts me sometimes. I don’t know where it comes from. I suppose it is depression with a different feel, coming up different channels like a more subtle monster without such sharp claws and violent swings, but it is one that makes me cry every time. I hope someone doesn’t see me, just like I used to hope people didn’t see me as drunk as I was, mostly because I don’t know what to say when they ask why.

I had it on the way to my writing class today, and I should have used that feeling to turn around and go home. But I don’t like missing class. Every class is a chance to hear something that might spark my mind into some sort of activity that would give me the feeling of being competent.  Today, because of the more subtle monster, the guy like Churchill’s Black Dog, the result Read the rest of this entry »

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