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There is nothing significant that I am able or allowed to say at this point, so I won't. But it's hard. Two people know the most, and those two will have to support me. If I can't say it to them in person, I hope they will read it here. In case you are afraid it is you, well, it is you, Shawn. And you too Andrew. You two know what's up, and I'm sure if you think hard enough, you will be able to think of which "up" I am talking about. I am writing this fairly late at night, or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it, so it may not be entirely coherent. Just know that I have problems in my life at the moment (I know, who doesn't).
Some people have said that I am quieter and "shyer" and such, and I know that I have brought this up in previous journal entries and whatnot, but it bears ressurrection now. I am currently sufferring from insomnia, and possibly depression. I have never suffered from depression before. I am rather sure it is true depression for a number of reasons, one being that I am still an incurable optimist. Yes, that's right - I'm an optimistic depressive. Hi Bert.
Anyway, these and other problems will most likely be assessed if and/or when i see a therapist or a counselor or somebody. You all are doing great at being supportive, even if it is not purposeful or known to you.
Fuck. I hate this shit. I can't say what I want. Fuck.
"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them..." -Stephen King
Some people have said that I am quieter and "shyer" and such, and I know that I have brought this up in previous journal entries and whatnot, but it bears ressurrection now. I am currently sufferring from insomnia, and possibly depression. I have never suffered from depression before. I am rather sure it is true depression for a number of reasons, one being that I am still an incurable optimist. Yes, that's right - I'm an optimistic depressive. Hi Bert.
Anyway, these and other problems will most likely be assessed if and/or when i see a therapist or a counselor or somebody. You all are doing great at being supportive, even if it is not purposeful or known to you.
Fuck. I hate this shit. I can't say what I want. Fuck.
"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them..." -Stephen King