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.
December 28, 2008
My hope has been both stymied and buoyed up by experience. I have ups and downs. People's moods bounce around
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