Coming Home

[aidansgreenenvy]

In many ways, I don't even feel like the same person anymore that I was at home. These last few weeks have been very difficult. I'm used to my depression coming somewhat in waves that become more intense at times and eventually wane off in a day or two. I feel like I haven't not been depressed in a week or more at least. While I work, my head

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To Aidan or Why We Just Give Ourselves Away

[teknopo8]

Aidan, I've been thinking of you with some frequency, lately, which is a wierd thing to say, except that it's true. Probably, you'd never know or appreciate it if I didn't mention it, so I feel inclined to say it. I regret not calling when I was last in Albuquerque, and hope I didn't miss an opportunity to see you. I don't know that you would have been around, but I maybe you would have appreciated the call. I know I would.

Despite the fact that I'm taking a selection of particularly interesting classes right now, my life has been more up and down than ever. January 31st, my birthday, ended in a fucking wierd bout of anguish, I couldn't sleep, and I can barely describe it to those closest to me... but the point of this comment isn't me. I just want you to know that not only do I miss you, but I'd like to see you again. I won't be in Albuquerque, come spring, but I need to work over the summer. If you want to even entertain the idea of living in the same city, or even rooming together, I'm interested.

Anyhow, I'm just growing up a little out here... and losing screws as I go along.

Take care, Aidan.
-Me

P.S. I've been reading the poems of Mark Wonderlich, which you might really appreciate. I'd send you a copy, but maybe you can just find one for yourself. Anchorage is his first and the only one I've read.

...something meaningful...
...words of closure...