Its a strange thing.
When an unhappy person suddenly becomes overwhelmingly happy... old comforts like drugs and booze get boring, and life starts to glow.
For years, I've dreaded waking up to Mondays. Today, I couldn't possibly be happier.
For years, not a single Saturday went by without getting wasted and dumb. This last Saturday I was dry as a bone, and it was one...
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i talk to myself all the time too.... and to my dog.
i dunno...guess you don't feel alone that way. i've always enjoyed my own company, hanging out with myself.. so i guess it's only natural that i would talk to myself.