bam, bam, bam
Jan. 3rd, 2006 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiWell, bam goes the excuse that my depression is because of the stress of living away from home. (Not that it ever really held up before, since it's been around at least since I can remember.) Hello, depression, next time please knock.
And bam goes the idea that this is the first time, since my parents don't remember. They didn't notice. That kind of hurts, but it's understandable. We're a busy family, and I'm quiet anyway, and when I get depressed I just get quieter. And we don't look much at each other either.
Mostly because it's usually enough just to be in the same room, or the same house, and feel each other near, and we don't need to gaze lovingly into each others eyes or anything like that. My parents are coming up on their 35th.
There's also potential news, but we're uncertain of it, so I'll wait till tomorrow.
(However, I may be able to make a living (or a part of one) writing after all.)
And bam goes the idea that this is the first time, since my parents don't remember. They didn't notice. That kind of hurts, but it's understandable. We're a busy family, and I'm quiet anyway, and when I get depressed I just get quieter. And we don't look much at each other either.
Mostly because it's usually enough just to be in the same room, or the same house, and feel each other near, and we don't need to gaze lovingly into each others eyes or anything like that. My parents are coming up on their 35th.
There's also potential news, but we're uncertain of it, so I'll wait till tomorrow.
(However, I may be able to make a living (or a part of one) writing after all.)