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how does one know it's over when there's not a fat lady hanging around to sing at the opportune moment? that's what I want to know.
where's my fat lady? when's it going to be over? in the even that one doesn't show up, do you just say fuck it and put on a CD of Puccini?
on the bright side, my anxiety has all but vanished in the last couple months. no idea why. can't decide if depression is better or worse. i think i mentioned this before - would you rather be terrified that the glass will be half empty, or calmly certain that it will be? i think i prefer the latter. reality is easier to forget about than possibility.
done with school. grades should be all right. not that it makes much difference.
See? this too is freeing. when the one big glass is half (or completely) empty, all the other glasses seem kind of tiny and insignificant in comparison. which makes it much easier to discard them if they're full of piss. I'm doing a terrible job with analogies etc., forgive me. it's 5am.
where's my fat lady? when's it going to be over? in the even that one doesn't show up, do you just say fuck it and put on a CD of Puccini?
on the bright side, my anxiety has all but vanished in the last couple months. no idea why. can't decide if depression is better or worse. i think i mentioned this before - would you rather be terrified that the glass will be half empty, or calmly certain that it will be? i think i prefer the latter. reality is easier to forget about than possibility.
done with school. grades should be all right. not that it makes much difference.
See? this too is freeing. when the one big glass is half (or completely) empty, all the other glasses seem kind of tiny and insignificant in comparison. which makes it much easier to discard them if they're full of piss. I'm doing a terrible job with analogies etc., forgive me. it's 5am.