Well, what an interesting week. Last night I stayed at Sweetie's house and we slept soundly together. My emotions have been getting the best of me as far as the depression goes. I'm in a mild...scratch that...major state of confusion about who I am and where I belong.
Sweetie knows about this. I think he understands as he is in somewhat of a similar situation. I love our bond.
Sweetie knows about this. I think he understands as he is in somewhat of a similar situation. I love our bond.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.
-Aeschylus
