...bleak today. Not just the Ike thing - before that. Feeling like I want to cry. All the time, like I did when I was grieving. But surely I'm not grieving now. Or not grieving people, at any rate. Just other passings on I suppose - youth, opportunities, hope. Everything just makes me feel shit - everything I do makes me feel ill, makes the iron weight in the solar plexus pull down harder and harder until you just want to curl up like a foetus and sob and blub with the blinds drawn and all the doors bolted in total silence.
But it comes out as a rage instead
L.U.V. on y'all,
Bob
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