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This month, this year flowed by so quickly. And it pains me more now than last year. I didn't think I would join again this year. Will I? It was one of the most joyous few months of my life. But last year, I didn't even try. I think if I do, I'll go as someone else, someone new. No ties.
And then the restaurant is opening next month. (Everything starts in October.) I am finding very little to like about it. It's not the sort of restaurant I would ever go to. I know I'm too old to be so, but I'm still resentful every time I see them interact.
And I think I may have dipped into greater depression again. (Trigger? What trigger?) I've been so paranoid about food lately, haven't been eating much (not that I ever did). And excusing it with my damn intestinal problems. (Is that really it?) I'm not sure if I believe enough for new age-y things to work, but I may try it anyway.
And then the restaurant is opening next month. (Everything starts in October.) I am finding very little to like about it. It's not the sort of restaurant I would ever go to. I know I'm too old to be so, but I'm still resentful every time I see them interact.
And I think I may have dipped into greater depression again. (Trigger? What trigger?) I've been so paranoid about food lately, haven't been eating much (not that I ever did). And excusing it with my damn intestinal problems. (Is that really it?) I'm not sure if I believe enough for new age-y things to work, but I may try it anyway.