do you ever get lonely?

and you want to reach out to someone, but you can't?  And then you tell yourself a hundred reasons why you don't really want to anyway.  Why that person isn't the one you're in the mood to talk to.  Why this one isn't either.  It's like an itch that can be scratched.  Or more like an ache that can't be soothed.  Or a trauma that can't be healed.

[Maybe I need to be disillusioned to push past my false beliefs.  Isn't the first stage of wisdom letting go, either voluntarily or forcefully?  So that I can grow back stronger.  And more sagacious.

I will derive power from my wounds.  I will learn from life's bad deals.  Alas, I think I'm a slow learner.]

You start to really delve into your head and begin the mindfuck.  But then your cat comes over and you feel better?  Yeah, me too.

 

Always remember, depression lies.