No, no.. it's time to hit the gym.
All of my stuff is going to stay in the "All" folder. It's gone from "Featured". It may serve as a reminder of my creativity. Nothing more. If I ever crawl out of this, I might be back. But it's not likely. I'm not usually the type to ever admit depression, or talk about suicide like an attention spot. Yeah, I got another job after that last rant. I wish I never did. Because I met her. I got to know her very personally. In life I have to continue going to that place where we had so many conversations. She's gone now. There's no way she's ever coming back, because she took her own life. The memories hurt. My mind tries to reason, to ensure my survival, and insist upon unimportance. But the heart, oh the heart is like a child that doesn't want to listen. .. When you keep telling it to stop shoving forks into the electric socket. Even though it's obvious it hurts, the stupid heart won't stop causing itself pain. I don't know why I continue on anymore. I don't even have answers about what happened to her exactly, but I'm losing interest in the questions.