Ramblings in search for significance even in this small world that I live in...How does every suppose to fit into the reality of every day living when you dream of the fairytell ending...were we so wrong to dream?
Monday, March 21, 2005
It's the race til midnight
and I'm still up...actually I just got home. I had step study tonight and then we went out to eat afterwards. I ate sensible and reasonable. It was nice for a change. Although the topics were randomly pick...at least mine only came up once or twice...and I was able to shift the conversation away from me. I don't want to talk about me. All through the dinner I thought about me...clinically depressed me. How did I ever let it get this far? How am I going to change this? How can I explain to people...people in general, friends, family members...it's too stressful to think. If I just could ignor it ..then it would go away right?