Saturday, December 02, 2017

I regress while life pushes forward.

Hello everyone.

New account but same blogger -- figured I was too old to be hiding under a stage name.

Life has been, well, life.  I admit, I feel a lot like being a punching bag for circumstances or even fate. I have began hating the career I once loved. The interests I used to have have changed considerably; many of them I have done away with altogether. My parents have gone older and greyer almost overnight, and I made enemies out of many friends. And there are at least 3 months I would do anything to remove from the timeline of my life.

It is now my dream to die young, so that I am not stubborn, set in my ways, and cursed to outlive this forsaken planet.

I would like to say it's the depression talking (I was finally diagnosed early this year), but it's really, truly not.