This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.
November 24, 2008
the inevitable good mood
It's as if a bird flew into the window, fell, flew away but was stunned the whole day, flying funny and feeding on wrong seeds. A good mood just hits me like that. What to do, what to do??
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