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Tag Archives: Angry
“Somebody leaves, someone arrives/Something is gone, and I’m still alive”
A colleague has passed away. Our contemporaries said someone should write something about it; about him. I didn’t actually like him. We had only one interaction and it wasn’t pleasant. By no means am I glad he’s gone; far from … Continue reading
“It’s funny / because it’s not”
My dreams are so vivid, so passionate. How many times in the past year or so have I woken myself up because I was laughing or crying or screaming in my dreams? It’s a lot. I’ve chronicled many of them … Continue reading
“No one needs anyone, they don’t even just pretend”
Okay, I hope you’re sitting in a stable position or at least not operating heavy machinery. If there’s a seatbelt or other likewise restraint nearby, I suggest you employ it. I’m about to get political. If you’ve been paying attention … Continue reading
“you say ‘take this’/’this medicine; it’s just what you deserve'”
Wherein I open my heart and let the monster out… Continue reading
“and ask many questions like children often do…”
Sometimes I am taken aback by my childishness. I know where my arrested development comes from; I can chart it, understand it, explain it to others, recover from the shortcomings it propagates within me and my behavior. I know it … Continue reading
Cool Story, Bro
wherein I bitch… Continue reading
“They keep calling me…”
Wherein I say all the things in text that I can’t say in person… Continue reading
“Don’t fret, precious; I’m here / step away from the window”
Wherein I lose my shit… Continue reading
“Swallow whole / lose myself in you”
Wherein I start talking about my depression and then get all self-entitled-ish, which as much as I appreciate, I honestly never thought I’d be a proponet of… Continue reading
Posted in Decentness
Tagged Angry, Buddhism, death, family, isolation, life, loss, love, major depression, music is my drug, physical symptoms of depression, Sadness, separation, The Blind, Too Much Thinking
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Talking Loud; Not Saying Nothin’
Wherein I get all political about people who get all political… Continue reading
Eric McClanahan 