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Lately, I've been dropping into that slump that I sometimes get into, the depressed state which just sucks. Sometimes I wonder if I just think too much about stuff, and in turn that brings this up. I always feel like there is something better, something more enjoyable that I should be doing. Seems as though I'm never content in my ways.
But, you know, I can't really worry too much about all of that. It just comes down to me being a dreamer. For a while in the past, I never had dreams, just slept. Now I dream again, and though I enjoy dreams, I wonder if it is my own escape from life. Eh, no reason to dwell on it. My life could be a lot worse. I could be a drug addict relying on a life of crime and going to jail all the time. I could have a kid who I have to pay child support for, and there's an neverending list of all the possible ways my life could be worse.
But, you know, I can't really worry too much about all of that. It just comes down to me being a dreamer. For a while in the past, I never had dreams, just slept. Now I dream again, and though I enjoy dreams, I wonder if it is my own escape from life. Eh, no reason to dwell on it. My life could be a lot worse. I could be a drug addict relying on a life of crime and going to jail all the time. I could have a kid who I have to pay child support for, and there's an neverending list of all the possible ways my life could be worse.