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The usual Sunday depression, which extends well into the week these days. I go into every weekend cautiously optimistic that things will finally change for me this time, but of course it never does, even when I shake up the routine. Same shit, different pile.
A year ago I was playing in a hard rock band and in an amazing relationship with a beautiful lady. For the first time in my life a lot of things were going the way I had always dreamt. I felt that I finally got my turn to do things that I was always envious of others for from the shadows, and I was ecstatic and endlessly appreciative for having been given my long-overdue time in the sun.
Look at me now.
A year ago I was playing in a hard rock band and in an amazing relationship with a beautiful lady. For the first time in my life a lot of things were going the way I had always dreamt. I felt that I finally got my turn to do things that I was always envious of others for from the shadows, and I was ecstatic and endlessly appreciative for having been given my long-overdue time in the sun.
Look at me now.