It's True That Every Day

Geez, If I Could Get Through To You, Kiddo, That Depression Is Not Sobbing And Crying And Giving Vent, It Is Plain And Simple Reduction Of Feeling. Reduction, See? Of All Feeling. People Who Keep Stiff Upper Lips Find That It's Damn Hard To Smile.

For Me Being Depressed Means You Can Spend All Day In Bed, And Still Not Get A Good Night's Rest.

It's Always Obvious To Me When Someone Is Looking At Me With An Idea Of Who I Am And Hoping That That's The Person I'm Going To Be. No Matter How Subtle It Is, It's There, And You Want To Give Them Who They Really Want. But It Ain't Me.

The 'creator' And The 'editor' - Two Halves Of The Writer Whole - Should Sleep In Separate Rooms.

I Notice When I'm On These Trips, I Read Like Mad. It's The Only Thing That Seems To Center Me, Bring Me Back To Remembering Who I Am. Or Forgetting Who I Am!