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howcome its so much easier to write when your in a more depressed state of mind.
i question the need to write when i feel this way,
especially when i could be writing about all of the great things in life; the blessings and moments shared everyday.
ive been in that mode today- that sulking mode; sulking around the house.
thats pretty much what i've done since i got home from work. such a waste of time.
its almost a sickness, the way you get into that mode of thinking and just stay there.
or it could just be that its really not a sickness at all and that it really is rather normal
to mope around, every now and again.
its almost like your body is convulsing telling you that you've had too much fun and its time for
reality to set in so that when the next set of enjoyful events come your way, they are infact enjoyful and not something that becomes the norm.
all i'm trying to say is that without counter partners you wouldn't be able to enjoy either feeling- you wouldn't know what warmth of a summer night was like without first knowing the coldness of winters first snowfall.
so here i am again, rambling, writing down things as i think them, i don't expect anyone to make sense of my thoughts, i seldom do.
i question the need to write when i feel this way,
especially when i could be writing about all of the great things in life; the blessings and moments shared everyday.
ive been in that mode today- that sulking mode; sulking around the house.
thats pretty much what i've done since i got home from work. such a waste of time.
its almost a sickness, the way you get into that mode of thinking and just stay there.
or it could just be that its really not a sickness at all and that it really is rather normal
to mope around, every now and again.
its almost like your body is convulsing telling you that you've had too much fun and its time for
reality to set in so that when the next set of enjoyful events come your way, they are infact enjoyful and not something that becomes the norm.
all i'm trying to say is that without counter partners you wouldn't be able to enjoy either feeling- you wouldn't know what warmth of a summer night was like without first knowing the coldness of winters first snowfall.
so here i am again, rambling, writing down things as i think them, i don't expect anyone to make sense of my thoughts, i seldom do.