Its comin round again, that point where I tell everyone im gonna see a doctor and try some new meds or talking to someone,
I doubt it as the thoughts leave my mouth, doubt it will happen, all those thoughts roll back,
The neverending question of am I capable of even being happy, if its not at this job or in this house or in this place will i ever feel happiness that lasts, does the rain in my mind ever stop.
Loyal readers and listeners will probably smile to themselves and know im listening to the same old music and longing for the bottle of whiskey, an enigmatic fuckup that I am, and its hard to not reach out for a friend, im not even sure I have many left, and thats probably good for them.
Hello darkness my old friend.