Fancy meeting you here
Ah my dear reader, how long has it been since last we spoke? Have things gone well in your life? are you still fighting the good fight? Struggling endlessly in an uncaring world? Well if so you are in this boat with me. My world is slowly crumbling again and I feel myself slipping into familiar depression. Having defined myself in this part of my life with jobs and so called friends. They are both failing me now. My life is spiralling and I am slowly becoming more like who I once was, and less like who I would like to be. It has been so ling since I had a shoulder to cry on it feels like I imagined it. Once upon a dream I had ideas. Potential and visions of greatness. Thoughts of change and the ability to make a difference in this world. But slowly my idealism has been stolen, my dreams of wonder and magic replaced with work and inadequacy. My fall from grace will soon be punctuated with the loss of both love and happiness and once again I will be alone. With you as my only companion on this journey. Do you even listen anymore? or has it been too long. I have tried new jobs, new people, new me's, and yet it still feels so empty. So devoid of the passion that I promised myself would come in time. Judged and found wanting. Well dear reader, at least we have each other, don't we. My trivial pains can comfort you as well, to know that there are many of us in this world with plenty to give, but that we will never be given that chance. I can still see the shores of happiness, and the memory has not yet dulled so much that it seems unreal. but soon it will all fade and leave me back where I was when we began this story, this adly written narrative of my life. Well... what more to do? I'll see you around. I need you more than ever now....